Date: Wed, 25 Aug 2004 12:53:08 EDT
From: GCutter66@aol.com
Subject: BRIGHTON ENCOUNTER - 1

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

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

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BRIGHTON ENCOUNTER

Part One

by

G. Cutter



Yet another nice summer's day, in Brighton Town. I plonked myself down on
one of the benches, stared out to sea and dug out a cigarette and lit
up. I'd been walking around for about half an hour and I was beginning to
get a bit warm and I could feel myself beginning to get sweaty. The usual
Saturday routine, the place was swarming with kids all hot, hot and hotter
and I was all on my ownsome. Hot day coming up, hot kids, a bit of overuse
of the word hot but you get the picture.

I suppose I better explain myself as one has to in these little stories.

My name's Bastian, which I much prefer to Seb or Sebastian, sounds more
arty I suppose. I'm twenty one and I live in Brighton. Woops, first fib. In
fact, I live just over the official border into Hove. I own a huge house
which I came by when my mother died a year ago. She used to rent out small
flatlets (four in all) and we lived in the semi basement. You must know the
big old houses where the servants used to live below stairs and the actual
owners used to live in the top bit. Mother left me quite well off due to
her dilligence in life and I'd been thinking lately of acquiring the house
next door and making it a short stay hotel over the season. Of course, I
make a regular income which I have to pay tax on but there are fiddles and
it beats regular work for a living so I keep things going in spite of the
paperwork necessary to keep things legal.

I let my flatlets out to short term holidaymakers so I don't have the tie
of permanent residents, makes for a pretty dire winter but a busy
summer. One offsets the other.

Oh, yeah. Another thing I got into a year ago was picture taking in a small
way. I had a fantastic collection of boys I'd picked up over the course of
the year. It's amazing the amount of waifs and strays in Brighton, kids
seem to flock here with the idea that the streets are paved in gold. They
are if you stumble across a rich queen but most of the 'ladies' around here
think they're fuckin' royalty.

I suppose I should declare myself as a gay. Shock, horror, blah, blah. I
suppose I prey on youngsters but I normally set my sights on shacking up
with them for a couple of weeks (or maybe a couple of nights). It gives
them a chance to sort themselves out and time for them to decide to get a
job or return to the embrace of their families. I tend to see myself as a
sugar daddy or maybe a sugar brother, I'm not all that old after all. Of
course for this generousness I charge a small fee and that is nooky and if
we get on well together maybe a few pictures and a grubstake, a very modest
grubstake I might add.

My last little affair had left after parting on good terms to go back to
London and eat humble pie with his people, I paid his train fare and gave
him a score for sweeties and ciggies. He was very nice but he was also
pretty straight but he did submitted to sex ..... like a dead fish, no fun
at all.

'Couldn't spare the price of a meal, could you.' The youthful voice broke
across my thoughts startling me for a moment, I hadn't even noticed anyone
sitting down. I chucked the eyeballs sharp right, a youthful bum. Just what
I didn't need. I had allocated the weekend and then some to decorating my
living room and one of the flats, I might add that as a painter and
decorator I'm absolutely useless but it really needed to be done and I
thought why not whilst resting from the Hotel California mob ..... 'lots of
pretty boys she calls friends' ... you've got to remember that line from
the old Eagles song.

Anyway, back to Planet Brighton, here I was sunning myself and destroying
my lungs and this angel had perched in my face or is it space.

'I could stand you a meal,' I declared like eccentric millionaire. 'What
you gonna stand me kid?'

'Aw, shit,' the boy's eyes dropped. 'Not another queer.'

'You're in Brighton my son,' I grinned at him. I was trying very hard not
to lick my lips. God, he was a tasty morsel. Stunk to high heaven but tasty
all the same. Quite short or shorter than my six feet, solid looking kid
with blonde hair and lips to die for, looked a bit Nordic if you like,
round face and a real smoothy, no shaving happening with this lad.

'Sorry I bothered you,' he suddenly smiled at me. 'Couldn't spare a quid or
so could you?'

'Listen up, shortarse,' I spoke with all the charm at my command. 'I'll
feed you and give you a couple of days work ..... a bit of decorating.'

'Just like that?' He looked at me with his mouth open displaying a nice
shiny white set of nashers. 'Just like that,' he repeated and looked at me
oddly. 'To a complete stranger.'

'Well you're poncing off a complete stranger.'

'Yeah but I've got nowhere to stay and I've got no money.'

'You're making my heart bleed,' I offered him a smoke. We were getting on
fine, at least he hadn't done a runner on me.

'Ta,' he accepted a fag (English fag not an American fag). Where's this
decorating job?'

'My place up the road.' I decided to raise the stakes. 'I've got loads of
stuff needs doing.I rent out flats.'

'How much an hour?'

Well that was one thing sorted, he was asking hourly rates so he wasn't a
complete cretin.

'Fiver an hour.'

'Fiver an hour,' his voice broke demonstrating he wasn't too far into his
adulthood. 'Painters get around a tenner an hour.'

'Proper painters may get that but stinky schooly amateurs don't.' I did say
that I'd got a degree in charm didn't I. 'I've got about a weeks work and I
can let you have a room free of charge for the period.'

'Really,' he looked at me. That had perked his interest. 'And you're not
queer.'

'I didn't say that,' I leant forward and squeezed his knee. 'I won't rape
you, I promise.' I grinned and gave him my 'trust me' look.

'I'm starving,' he looked at me plaintively. 'When could I start? I gotta
earn some dosh.'

'Well,' I drew the word out. 'I'll take you to a worker's cafe around the
corner and you can tell me a bit about yourself over your meal.'

'Why? What do you want to know?'

'Well first of all I'm not going to let a complete stranger into my house
and secondly I'm interested.'

'OK,' he looked at me long and hard. 'I'm not gay you know.'

'Makes it all the more fun,' I grinned at him. 'Gimme a name.'

'Matt as in Matthew.'

'OK, Matt. I'm Bastian as in Sebastian.' I stood up and looked down at
him. 'Wanna feed that pretty little face.'

'Shurrup,' he laughed but stood up expectantly. We were on our way.

I took him down an alleyway off the front and into a cafe which catered for
the dustmen, street cleaners and the like, all very greasy spoonish if you
know what I mean. A grotty kid certainly wasn't out of place. I fed him a
huge fryup and settled for a cup of tea and a prehistoric rock cake
myself. Boy, that kid could eat, he was shovelling food into his mouth like
he hadn't eat for a week, he was the sort of kid that could bankrupt Oxfam
in a day or so.

It was over at last, a selfconcious burp and he started swilling his mug of
tea.

'Talk,' I looked over the table at him, he was so sweet, I could have
ripped his grubby jeans off and milked him on the spot.

'Name, Matthew. Age, sixteen, seventeen in a month. I'm a Londoner and I
came down here to get some seasonal work and get away from my folks,' he
looked at me over the rim of his mug.

'Cut or uncut?'

'What?' He sprayed tea in my general direction and started to laugh after a
lengthy choking fit. 'You are so bad,' he grinned quite amicably.

'I know,' I murmured. 'You're far too late for any seasonal work and if you
sleep out you're looking to get mugged or worse. Where did you sleep last
night by the way?'

'I slept in the station but the railway police kept on chasing us out.'

'Well, you've got a bedroom for tonight unless you're going to disappear
after the meal.'

'I'm not like that,' he blushed very becomingly.

'Good boy. Wanna walk, you could use a bloody good bath.'

'Cheers, Prince Charming,' he gave me a sour look. Thank God, he had a bit
of life in him after all. I wasn't pressuring the boy to make a point, I
just wanted him to stand up for himself. I do like kids with a bit of life
in them, a bit of spunk as you might say. I don't like spiritless kids.

'Come on, Matty. Let's go home.'

Ten minutes later we were at the house. He seemed pretty impressed with the
old homestead and followed me down into my half basement. I explained that
I let four flats to holidaymakers on short leases, also that three were
presently occupied and one was due up for redecoration as well as bits and
pieces in my own place.

He seemed to take it all in probably not suspecting my prime aim was to get
him clean. God knows how long he'd been living rough but it was certainly
more than the one night he had mentioned.

I sat him down in the kitchen and gave him a Coke. 'Got to say this Matt
.......'

'Go on,' he looked at me like a little boy lost.

'You don't look sixteen to me.'

'You reckon,' he gave me a lovely little sneer and fished into the inside
of his jacket pocket and threw some paperwork on the table.

I unfolded the scruffy mess to find that first up was a birth certificate
for a certain Matthew Lawrence Carter, a quick calculation had him as
sixteen coming on seventeen. I pushed the papers back, one problem solved.

'And .....?' He gave me a cocksure grin.

'I'll offer you some work, maybe a weeks worth, I'll let you have your own
room but you've got to clean up before we go anywhere.'

'You just want me to get my clothes off,' he mumbled.

'Do me a favour, kid,' I laughed. 'I wouldn't touch you with my neighbour's
let alone mine ..... in that state.'

'I haven't got any spare gear,' he whined.

'You have a nice bath and chuck all that rotten gear out, I'll lend you a
tracksuit and trainers and we'll take it from there.'

'I suppose you're gonna offer to wash my back,' he gave me one of his
little sneers again.

'When you're ready,' I grinned back. 'Gotta tell you, you do a good sneer.'
I had to tell him, didn't I?

'Sorry.'

'No matter, there is a lock on the bathroom door by the way.'

'Whilst you're cleaning yourself up I'll whack that lot in the machine,' I
nodded in his general direction. In fact I was tempted to bin the lot but I
don't suppose he'd have appreciated that. 'So no hanging onto your grotty
drawers or your chastity belt.'

'You do wobble on a bit,' he complained but then grinned at me.

'Nerves. I'm struck senseless with your virginal beauty.'

'Yeah and it's staying virginal,' he laughed out loud. Good boy, he was
reacting like a normal boy and I knew I would have him sooner or later. All
those phrases; a dot on the card, I can feel it in my water, love is in the
air. You know the ones. I suddenly had the feeling that this was the kid
I'd been looking for since I'd had the place to myself. I might have been
totally deluding myself but the feeling was so strong.

'I'll show you the bathroom and I'll get out of your way.'

'Cheers, Bastian,' he used my name for the first time. I hurriedly fished a
dark blue track suit out and gave him a brief tour. It was a big basement,
big house get it. I had a bedroom, my mother's bedroom was now used for
storage and as an amateur studio (she'd be spinning in her urn) and the
third bedoom was a spare, this was the one he could use until his lust for
me got too strong ..... how's about that for wishful thinking.

'OK, then,' I left him to it.

'Oi, Baz.'

'Yeah.'

'To save you drilling a hole in the wall it's uncut,' he gave me a cheeky
grin and shut the bathroom door.

'It's a one way mirror actually.' I shouted through the door, that'd give
him something to think about.

I stood outside the door and punched the air. This kid was going to be
alright, I could feel it in my bones, it was a dot on the cards,
etc. etc. I wasn't too taken with being called Baz but I suppose I could
live with it. He was in the bath for what seemed hours but was probably
only around half an hour and I was watching Saturday morning kid's TV when
he finally emerged.

'Whassup Doc?' He looked at me with a big grin on his face. He was an
absolute vision, big cheeky grin, his dirty blonde hair was now clean and
almost glowed. 'Your pants are a big baggy,' he hoisted up the fresh boxers
I'd lent him until the waistband peeked above the waist of the track
trousers he was wearing. I don't know if he was trying to get me going but
he'd left the top off and I was treated to the sight of his bare chest and
his residual baby fat. Another year and he'd be slim and trim although
after watching him eat he may turn out to be a slob.

'You look gorgeous,' I blurted out without thinking.

'Well thank you, kind sir,' he retorted with what was almost a simper. 'I'm
still not bent.'

'Shame,' I grinned up at him. 'Join me,' I patted a place for him on the
sofa. 'I'll show you the work later but you don't have to bother with it
'til Monday.'

'I can't live without any money, I need to work.'

'Not until Monday,' I insisted quite firmly. 'I'll look after you for the
weekend, just chill out and rest.'

'Yes sir,' he grinned. 'Wanna tea or something.'

'Coffee'll do me, have what you want.' Good, he was housetrained at
least. I watched him as he left the room, he had a nice butt, not a bubble
butt I hasten to add but a good childbearing bum, mind you my trouser
bottoms swamped him just a little, I'd really love to see them drop around
his ankles maybe even helping them on their way a little.

'What did you want to do for seasonal work?' I asked him as he reappeared
ten minutes later with a tray, coffee, milk and sugar. He certainly would
make an excellent houseboy. I was tempted to drop the painting offer and
offer him a job as my male concubine but common sense and thrift put paid
to that idea.

'I dunno,' he shrugged. 'Amusement arcades, deck chairs, something like
that.'

'Going on the game is always a viable option down here,' I chipped in.

'Nah,' he laughed. 'I told you, I'm not into that sort of thing.'

'Getting your dick sucked for a fiver sounds pretty good to me.'

'Yeah,' he looked at me grinning. 'It doesn't stop there though, does it?'

'Anyway, what do you fancy doing today, lodger?'

'Dunno, it's upto you,' he looked a little embarassed but I had put him on
the spot I suppose.

'Well just relax. Can you knock up a salad lunchtime?'

'If you've got the stuff. I'm used to looking after myself.'

'OK then.' We sat and talked for a bit and being such a gloriously sunny
day I coaxed him out into my garden and we sat on deckchairs taking the sun
and getting to know each other a little bit better. He seemed quite smart
for a London kid (sorry Londoners). He adroitly fended off all my camp and
suggestive remarks with his cheeky grin or just blatantly ridiculed me. One
thing I was sure of at the end of it, he certainly knew which was was
up. He'd either dabbled with other boys or had some very peculiar friends
back in the old home town.

I rather thought at one stage he might be a rent boy down on his luck, then
again if he was he'd hardly have to sleep on Brighton Station, he was
attractive enough to have sold his body to a local in spite of the filthy
state he was in when I came across him. Around one o'clock we were running
out of things to talk about and he suggested lunch, I made a move to get up
and help him but he told me to sit tight and he'd give a call when it was
ready.

Another gamble. I let him loose in the kitchen and hoped that he knew what
he was doing.

He did well, either he was extremely well trained by his parents or
possibly he was a trainee chef but the result was excellent.

'You look surprised,' he grinned at me when I peered into the kitchen after
his shout.

'I am a bit,' I admitted. 'You don't normally pull a scruff and he turns
out to be a Cordon Bleu.'

'You didn't pull a scruff,' he laughed and waited for me to sit. He tugged
at his training bottoms, or rather mine that he'd borrowed. 'I'm surprised
that these aren't charred.'

'Why, did you spill something,' I looked at him suspecting that he'd had an
accident with the cooker. Lets face it you can hardly burn yourself to
death preparing a salad.

'No,' he gave me one of his biggest grins. 'It's your eyes. They've been
burning holes in my middle bit all morning.'

'Once a perv, always a perv,' I shrugged.

'You're very direct,' he sat and started to eat. 'I'm surprised nobody's
given you a good hiding.'

'Perhaps I'm very choosy with whom I'm being direct, Matt.'

'Mmmm.'

We ate in silence for a bit and he started again. 'You fancy me though
don't you?'

'Of course I do.'

'Mmmm.'

'We'd go well together. Baz and Matty, Young Lovers in Brighton,' I
intoned.

'You are absolutely barking bonkers,' he laughed and took a sip of his
orange juice. 'I like you, Baz,' he added very quietly.

'Good boy.' I didn't press it, I didn't want to spoil the moment. I still
had that gut feeling but I also had gut doubts. I didn't want to wreck
everything for a hurried grope and have him leave in a huff. I'd offered
him a bit of work and a weeks free board, there were absolutely no strings
attached. He might be laughing his head off inside but he was good looking,
he was polite and he did a better job in the kitchen than I did, now that's
got to be worth something.

'You've got hidden talents,' I remarked artlessly.

'You'd be surprised,' he gave that toothy grin again.

'Would I?'

'Only joking.' I had the suspicion that he felt that he was leading me on
and that he shouldn't. Now how's that for giving people superior motives
without a single shred of evidence.

'Jeez, I'm shagged,' he tried to stifle a yawn.

'Well have a nap this afternoon, you're probably a bit tired after trying
to kip in a main line station.' I looked at him and smiled. 'I'll try not
to jump your bones.'

'I trust you, Baz.'

'I'll have a bit of a sunbathe. Your gear should be decent enough for a
wander around the front later on. 'Pick up a takeaway maybe.'

'OK, then.' He finished off his meal. 'Do you want a sweet or something,
there's ice cream and stuff in your fridge.'

'Not for me, you can help you can help yourself if you like, just pig out.'
He did just that. That kid could sure pack food away, I began to wonder
when the last time he'd had a decent meal.

We shared the washing up and tidied the kitchen, it was time for my
afternoon's sunbathing and time for his snooze. I must admit he did look
tired and perhaps he needed a bit of his own space, I know that I can be a
bit overpowering at times and the constant little hints and innuendo may
have been getting him down. Mind you he wasn't all that innocent, he gave
as good as he got.

'I'll show you your room,'

'Yeah, fine,' he gave a dramatic yawn and followed me through the flat, I'd
shown him once but I didn't want him snoozing in my bed by mistake ... not
bloody much I didn't but tomorrow was another day.

'Wanna go on walk about this evening. Matty?'

'If my clothes are dry.'

'H'OK then, what time do you want a call?'

'About ten minutes,' he gave me a little Mona Lisa and closed the door.

I stood outside the closed bedroom door in shock. Had he said what I
thought he had. He can't possibly have surrendered just like that, not
after a whole forenoon of fending off my blatant pressure. But he had said
ten minutes, I was sure of it. I hovered outside his bedroom like a tart, I
looked at my watch and the hand was coming around to the hour, the ten
minutes were up.

I knocked gently and entered. He'd drawn the curtain and way laying in bed,
he was quite obviously naked as the training bottoms and boxers that I'd
lent him were on the floor.

'Took your time,' he murmured and gave me a little smile.

'I wasn't sure if I heard you right.'

'Yeah, you did.' He looked at me with his puppy dog eyes and I could see he
was nervous. 'You mentioned sucking earlier on.' I saw a pretty blush
creeping up his neck. Poor mite, he wanted to try and he was so embarassed.

'Close your eyes,' I told him. 'I'll do the work,' I pulled the bedding
down a little free of his restraining hands and exposed his dark pink
nipples. 'Just relaxed and chill,' I licked across one nipple and then the
other.

'Tickles,' he giggled and the groaned as I felt his boycock through the
layers of bedding. Well, as he'd said, he wasn't gay but he was certainly
hard. I slid the bedding down exposing more of his smooth body and gently
kissed and lapped my way down from between his now hard nubs and onto his
belly.

Another move of the bedding and the tip of his uncut penis appeared. He was
fully hard and it was a fair size, nothing monstrous just around the right
size for a boy of his age, but it was a healthy growth of muscle and it was
as probably as thick as my own. I finally felt it and moved the loose skin
up and down, he wriggled down the bed a little and made a contented groan.

I lightly ran my tonue across the tip of his shiny glans and watched
mesmerised as a pearly drop of precum oozed from his slit.

'Aaah,' he sighed as I ducked my head again and licked the sweet juice and
slowly slipped my lips across his swollen glans.

'Yummy,' I grinned up his smooth belly and reached down pushing the bedding
clear and exposing the full length of his shaft and his smooth scrotum.

'Baz,' he mewed as I slipped my mouth over his spongy head again and gently
massaged his heavy ballbag. I thought with some pleasure that if he'd been
living rough for a couple of days or even longer he probably hadn't had the
chance to have a wank, I might be going to get a three day jackpot. 'God, I
never thought it would be as good as this,' he whispered and lightly rested
his hands on my head as I began to bob up and down on his now slick
length. I slipped my hands under him and held his smooth buns clasping and
savouring the firm but resilent flesh.

I could feel his precum slippery in my mouth and savour the beautiful taste
of teenage boy spunk.  He tasted good, it must have been the ice cream.

'Yeah, go on, Baz,' he cried out and slowly pumped into my mouth as I move
up and down sucking and slobbering over his saliva coated shaft. I kept one
hand on one buttock and nipped off his scrotum with the other letting him
build up a head of steam. When he blew, it was going to be a record
breaker.

'I'm going to cum,' he whined but he couldn't could he? No way. I sucked
and sucked feeling his erection getting harder and harder and he was now
thrashing about on the bed attempting to ejaculate. I took pity on him and
let go of his scrotum and clasped his soft buns again but now his slippery
knob was gliding right down to my gag point, I could feel it's bulbous mass
slipping in and out of my throat.

'Baaaaz,' he wailed and he literally exploded. I swallowed the first two or
three spurts and then choked and gobbled on the remaining splats. He seemed
to cum forever, he was like a young stallion, the scent of his climax was
heavy on the air and I could taste his creamy spunk on my teeth, on my lips
and even feel a trickle on my jaw.

'Wow,' he stopped fucking my mouth and lay still breathing heavily and
softly playing with my hair. I squeezed his softening penis like an old
toothpaste tube extracting the last pearly dribble which I licked up like a
cat with the cream.

'Stop, Baz, please,' he giggled and pulled me up so that the side of my
face was on his chest, I could hear his heart hammering away like a
metronome . 'That was fantastic ,' he smiled down gently at me. 'You wanna
come in for the afternoon, we can have a cuddle,' his blush was back and he
seemed frightened again but this was all new to him and he might of thought
I was going to force myself on him.

'Do you trust me?' I looked at him and covered his soft and depleted cock
now rapidly shrinking with my hand.

'Yeah,' he stared at me defiantly.

'Good boy, Matty,' I stood and started to take my clothes off well aware
that he was studying every move. I knew we were going to have each other
sooner or later, it was only a matter of time.

He turned his head modestly as I dropped my boxers, I had a steaming
erection but he shuffled across the bed a bit and giggled albeit nervously
as I slid in against him and turned towards him. I felt him flinch as my
hard flesh slipped up against his thigh. 'Relax and snooze, Matty, you're
safe,' I promised.

'OK,' he whispered and turned towards me, he wasn't that silly, he wasn't
going to turn his back on me. To my surprise I felt his hand on my hardness
and he started to gently wank me.

'You don't have to do this, Matty.'

'It's only a wank,' he grinned in the gloom of the curtained room. 'Big
innit?' I gave him ten out of ten for flattery.

'Cheers,' I said dryly reaching down to his groin. Surprise, surprise, hit
fat boymeat was thickening and hardening up again. God, I wish I was a kid
again, they've got the stamina of racehorses or maybe it should be sex
maniacs.

'You've got the touch,' he spoke softly and I could feel his breath on my
face, I risked it and gave him a swift kiss on the nose.

'Naughty Baz,' he grinned like the boy he was and to my further surprise,
amazement and all the rest of it returned the compliment and gave me a peck
on the nose.

Sod this. I grabbed the back of his neck and gave him the full deal, the
twenty four carat kiss on the lips. He struggled sort of half heartedly but
continued with his hand massage and I felt him relax and return the kiss.

'Never done that before,' he whispered as we parted. 'Bit poofy.'

'Well you're in Poofsville now.' I dropped my head and kissed his throat
and then dropped onto his nipples again.

'Going down?' he murmured.

'Ask me nicely.'

'Suck my dick, Baz,' he dissolved in laughter.

'You forgot the magic word.' I continued to wank him but also kept working
on his nipples which were now slippery and sticking up like little
currants.

'Please.'

I went down on him again before he had hysterics. He was laughing so much
he was even beginning to go soft, I couldn't have that. I know sex was
supposed to be fun but it wasn't a fuckin' pantomine. I took his semi erect
meat into my mouth and it was soon in full flower, no precum this time but
it was as hard as a rock again. I teased his cherry red glans with my
tongue until he was whimpering with pleasure. Suddenly I felt him move in
the bed, he even managed to knee me in the face but I forgave him when I
realised what he was upto.

'I thought you weren't into this sort of thing.' I whispered as I felt his
hot breath and then his lips slip across my belly.

'Shurrup,' he grasped my hardness and I felt his dry lips run the length
and then his slippery tongue sliped across my slip. 'Yeuchy,' he sniggered
in the gloom and sank his hot mouth over my glans. At least it shut him up
for the time being. He scraped me a couple of times with his teeth but I
soon sorted him out on that one and he started performing like a good
little boy. The little prick was experimenting, one minute he was trying to
get it down his throat then he was just tickling my slippery glans with his
tongue, he was really trying to please me, in fact, he was bloody
brilliant. As far as sixty niners went it achieved top marks.

'I'm gonna cum,' I tried to warn him, speaking around his hard meat but he
ignored me and pressed on. When I did shoot him a nice juicy load he
swallowed and gobbled away. Cum in, cum out. He too spurted a smaller load
than his first but still a nice splat or two. I swallowed his tart cum and
he swallowed mine. A wresting match later we were back up the bed face to
face kissing like crazy.

'Jeez, that was something else,' he grinned at me with his face shiny with
sweat and cum.

'Something good,' I looked at him and smiled. 'Wanna get married?'

'Why not?' he snuggled in and closed his eyes. I clasped his hot body and
drifted off with him both into our private dreams. I don't know what he was
dreaming about but the centrepiece of mine was his plump little bottom and
the tender loving attention I was going to give it at the very first
opportunity.

I woke up well before he did, he was sleeping the sleep of the dead. I
contemplated sucking his willy but decided to let him sleep on, I had some
thinking to do. I suppose it was around five in the afternoon and the sun
was beginning to ease off, it was pleasant to sit in the garden with a tea
and think what to do with Matty or rather what way to seduce him.

I suppose I could say something like: 'Here's a score, let's fuck,' Doesn't
sound too cultured but it has worked for me in the past. Strangely enough I
didn't want to go that way with Matty. I think I was falling in
love. Finished with the tea I got his gear from the machine, it had tumble
dried and I put the lot out on the line for a good airing. Why two t-shirts
I mused. Why do kids wear a short sleeved shirt over a long sleeved one
... must be fashion, at least he wasn't wearing baggies. I think his
trainers were beyond redemption, I might buy him a new pair as a wedding
present ... I don't mind a bit of boy funk but boy stink is very much out
of order.

I think I was sitting gazing into space and contemplating the meaning of
life when I felt a featherlight kiss on the back of the neck. Talk about
heart attack time.

'Jeeezus,' Matty,' I shot up in the chair.

'Wanna another tea, Boss.'

Tellya, this kid was trying to break my heart, he was naked apart from my
boxers which hung low on his hips showing just the merest suggestion of
fine blonde treasure trail. His gently rounded belly actually gleamed in
the setting sun, he was so smooth and beautiful I could have microwaved him
on the spot.

'Yeah, I'd like another if you don't mind,' I watched him as he turned to
go to the kitchen. 'Fine bottom.'

'I know,' he looked over his shoulder, bent at the waist, hooked his thumbs
in the waist of the boxers and dipped them exposing his gloriously
alabaster white bottom. 'You like?' He hauled the boxers back up and ran
laughing into the house.

Good God. I thought I'd died and gone to heaven. As I've already said it
wasn't a 'cute little bubble butt' that you read about but it was a nice
solid boy's bottom, made for kissing, made for worship and absolutely made
for ravaging. I had to have it, marriage could wait.  I'm a great believer
that the way to a boy's heart is through his dick, so that was the main
target, get him used to dick play and the rest should follow ... hopefully!

He returned five mintes later with two teas. 'Sorry about that,' he mumbled
slightly blushing.

'What? The mooning?' I grinned at him. 'If you've got it, flaunt it.'

'Whatever.' The stock teenage answer.

'We'll have a wander out in a bit and get a takeaway. A few drinks and a
quiet night watching the box ..... how does that sound?'

'Fine by me,' he looked at me and smiled. 'I suppose it'll give you time to
chat me up.'

'Whatever.' He wasn't the only one who could talk like a prat. 'Although we
could go around and see some mates of mine.'

'Wanna show me off or something.'

'Something like that,' I laughed. Very shrewd boy.

We had our tea in what I'd call companionable silence. He was a good
looking kid, no doubt about that. I supposed I could get him some work
modelling, my mate Paul was into that sort of thing. Well, it wasn't
actually modelling, to be honest it was pornography but I didn't know if
Matt was going to go for that, it might just be a bridge to far. All the
same I was determined to keep him going, I certainly needed a hand with the
decorating and was quite happy paying for it. Needless to say, I still had
the sneaky feeling he was going to succumb to my manly charms.

'Wanna get your kit on, we can go and have a wander around, pick up some
food.'

'Okey dokey, you're the Boss,' he smiled and got to his feet. 'I'll go and
get changed up,' he went out and collected his gear from the line,
satisfied that it was all dry he carted it all off to his bedroom.

He looked a damn sight better when he got back, the lot of it could use and
ironing but I wasn't that domesticated, if it wanted ironing he could do it
himself. We had an amble about on the front and finally settled on a couple
of Chinese meals and picked up a couple of packs of lager from an off
licence. We were set for a quiet Saturday night indoors, anyway, I wanted
to check the Lottery, you never knew your luck.

'Getting a bit chilly,' he remarked as we settled down in front of the
television like an old married couple.

'Being by the sea I suppose,' I turned the box on. 'I'd like to take some
pictures of you tomorrow if you don't mind.'

'What sort of pictures?' He looked at me suspiciously.

'Oh just a few outdoor nudes.' I answered airily looking for his reaction.

'Dunno, we'll have to see,' he laughed and unsnapped a can. Well at least
he hadn't refused. I thought he was very photogenic, a bit bulkier than
most of the skinny waifs I got shacked up with nice all the same, I was
smitten that was for sure. 'Do I have to sleep with you tonight?' He asked
suddenly.

'You didn't have to sleep with me this afternoon,' I replied.

'I needed the company,' he answered shortly.

'Well if you need company tonight you know where my room is ..... your
choice, I'm not pushing.'

'Alright ....' he looked at me seriously for a moment. 'We'll see.'

I had to be happy with that. I had the funny feeling that he was beating
around the bush but he was going to come to me sooner or later, he'd proved
that he wasn't as straight as he made out, he certainly wasn't homophobic
and a runaway as I suspected he was always needed affection whether they
admitted it or not. How's that for a bit of youth psychology?

It was a pleasant night, I just liked looking at him, he seemed a lot more
relaxed than he had been but I supose sharing a sixty niner tends to relax
you. Saturday television was crap as usual and we idly chatted and drank
our lagers after demolishing our food. The evening passed and around eleven
thirty after the end or a particularly dire film he started yawning and
eyeing the clock, subtle hints I fancied.

'I'll take you up on the Downs tomorrow, we can have a mooch about.'

'What walkies?'

'No I've got a pickup, we can take the bike up for you to do a bit of rough
riding.'

'Yeah, great,' he grinned. 'I'm pretty good bikewise.'

'We'll see. Anyway, I'm off for bed.'

'Yeah,' he looked almost uncertain and then started to pick up the remnants
of the meal and the empty cans. 'Where's the bin?'

'Just outside the back door.'

'OK.' he returned a minute later. 'Brrrr, it's cold out there.'

'Mmmmm.' I could see it coming a mile off.

'Do you want me to kip in with you?'

'Up to you.'

'You're not making it easy,' he looked at me with a slight flush on his
face.

'Yeah, I do,' I moved over to him and put my hands on his hips. 'Of course
I do, Matty. But no mercy this time.' I kissed him on the tip of his nose
as I'd done earlier on the day and he grinned at me. This time he grabbed
me by the back of the neck and drew me in for a proper kiss.

'I don't normally kiss blokes,' he muttered as I nuzzled his smooth neck
after the moment. I clasped his firm bottom and held him tightly enjoying
the feel of his suddenly awoken penis as it pressed against mine.

'I won't broadcast it,' I whispered. I kissed him again and this time
tongued his lips and felt them part to admit my tongue into his mouth.

'Wow,' we broke after what semed to be an eternity. 'Something else,' he
gasped and I noticed that he'd moved his hands down and was fondling my
butt, things were looking up. 'We going to bed?' He looked at me with a big
smirk on his face.

'Come on.'

This time we used my room. There was no modesty at all this time, I watched
him undress and he watched me, at the end we stood naked for a moment
before falling onto the bed a tangle of naked arms and legs. I could feel
his erection slip between my legs and clamped on it as he slowly moved up
against me making little fucking movements.

'You want it,' I whispered as I maneuvered us under the bedding. He was
right, it was a bit chilly.

'I've never done it before,' he whispered in a small voice as I turned the
lights out leaving us in near darkness.

'You'll like it,' I promised and turned my back on him. It was up to him
now, how adventurous was he going to be. 'There's some stuff under the
pillow.' That was the nuts and bolts taken care of.

'What is it, toothpaste,' I felt him find the KY.

'Jesus, I hope not,' I laughed as I felt him up behind me with his smooth
chest pressed against my back and his hot hardness nestling at the base of
my crack.

'Ooooh,' he giggled. He must have uncapped the tube and squeezed. 'It's
slippery.'

'Mmmmm.' I pushed my bum against him. Surely to God he could work this one
out. He did. I could feel him fumbling around and then it happened. I
lifted one leg slightly as I felt his KY coated hardness glide between my
cheeks and nudge up against my sphincter. 'Slowly, Matty ..... please.'

'Yummy,' I felt his hot breath on the back of my neck and a sudden jerk and
pain.

'Jeez....' I clutched the pillow but he was in. I felt my ring stretch to
accomodate his fat cock as he penetrated me for a short way and then
started to move his hips. It might have been a first time for him but he
was working himself in slowly gaining depth at every push of his groin
against my bottom. I could feel his hot flesh filling me and finally the
beating of his heart against my back. The crisp hair of his pubics crushed
up against me as he filled me and even tried to go deeper. 'I think you're
in,' I gave a shaky laugh and pushed back onto his slippery spike.

'Fantastic,' he stirred himself almost lazily in my tunnel and rolled me
onto my belly clambering between my legs as I parted them. 'You are so
tight.'

'Thanks for that,' I replied trying not to sound sarcastic.  'You fucking
or yakking.'

'Ever the charmer, my Baz.' he chuckled and putting his forearms either
side of my torso began. He was good though, he raised his hips almost
popping his glans free and then slowly took me time after time. As I said
he wasn't a giant but he knew how to use it and by the time he started the
Dance of the Sex Starved Rabbit he was slamming into my bum deep and hard
and we'd built up a nice coating of sweat between us. I could feel him very
hard and getting harder, he was about to pop.

He didn't say anything but just grunted and I could feel his penis swell
and twitch in my living flesh.

When it came I pushed back hard onto his oiled flesh and revelled in the
hot spurts and the feeling of his slippery boy cum filling my hole and my
belly with his creamy white spunk.

'Whew ......' I rolled onto my side taking him with me, he gave a couple of
final small thrusts and stayed lodged in my well flooded bum.

'OK was it?' He nestled against me and munched on the side of my neck like
a baby vampire.

'Yeah, you'll do,' I craned my head around to kiss him. 'Of course it was
alright, Matty. It was bloody good.'

'My first time,' he confided in a whisper and gave a little gasp as his
softening penis slipped free and lay against my leg 'Didn't know it'd be so
tight and ......'

'Strop waffling on and go to sleep.'

'I thought you wanted......'

'Tomorrow,' I said firmly as I turned to face him. I drew him in and gently
kissed him. 'Tomorow's another day, Matty.'

He went to sleep almost immediately, I spent the night catnapping and
waking at all the odd hours under the sun (or the moon). I was permanently
hard and many times thought of taking him there and then but I held off. If
we were going to have meaningful sex then at least it would be nice if both
of us were awake for it.

I came awake around six in the morning and I felt like a shipwreck, there'd
be no going back to sleep now. I crept from the bed and visited the toilet
and followed that by making myself a cup of coffee. I suppose it was about
half an hour later I slipped back into the bed intent on either sucking or
fucking. Matty was laying on his belly with his face buried in the pillow
and as I slowly uncovered him I admired the flawless skin of his shoulders
and back. I took the bedding down further still exposing his rounded bottom
and his beautiful slightly paler skin.

A gentle kiss and a lick. He was boy all boy, that sleepy warm smell if you
know what I mean, I nuzzled between his plump cheeks savouring the
smoothness and the slight smell of funk, a mixture of sleeping body with
the slightest tinge of male sexuality. I ran my wet tongue from the bottom
of his crack to the top, I couldn't help myself. I was so hard it was
painful, my glans was slippery and dripping with precum.

I made the instant decision and hopped out of bed this time leaving him
fully exposed. We'd forgotten to open the window so the room was pleasantly
warm, he would keep. I rushed to the bathroom and got a spanking brand new
pot of bio-gel, much smoother and with quite a nice scent, one up from KY.

Back in the bedroom I quietly lay back alongside him and annointed his
crack with two fingers, there was no sound other than his regular breathing
and I got adventurous, I inserted one finger just a smidgeon and ran it to
and fro delighting in the yielding flesh as my finger probed deeper and
deeper. God, that kid had a bum to die for.

I had another go this time slipping my finger deep into his crevice until I
felt the the heat of his pucker.

He slowly parted his legs allowing me better access and I ran my oiled
finger over his darker skinned ring feeling the give and the softness.

'You're up early,' he mumbled sleepily and wriggled his bottom.

On hearing him I took the plunge, I slowly inserted one finger through and
into his tight bumhole. He gave a little shudder and then lay still as I
started to work my oiled finger in and out. 'Feels weird,' he giggled into
the pillow and pushed his sweet fanny up a bit.

'Feels beautiful,' I slowly fed my finger in deep until I could feel the
spongyness of his prostate and gently massaged the lump.

'Cor, you've hit the spot,' he groaned and pushed even harder onto my
finger. 'I'm as hard as a rock.'

'Later, baby,' I kissed his ultra smooth skin, there was no going back
now. I withdrew my finger to a little moan of protest but immediately
replaced it with two, his sphincter admitted them and I began to move to
and fro inside him easing and relaxing his tight boy fanny, his virginity
was very nearly history.

'Do it,' he moaned into the pillow. 'I'm getting a taste for it.' I hoped
so because my erection was a bloody sight bigger than my two fingers but
there was no going back now. I got between his outspread legs and fed my
oiled shaft between his cheeks. He mumbled a bit of a protest but fell
silent as my slippery glans nudged up against his pucker. 'Do it,' he
croaked and I did.

Very slowly but forcefully I pushed and nearly fainted as his pucker spread
to accept me and my knob was surrounded by his absolutely incredible heat
and tightness.

'Aaaah,' he spasmed and clutched the pillow.

'You OK?' I froze.

'Yeah,' his voice shook. 'It hurt a bit ..... take it easy, I think you've
opened the back door.'

I thought so too, I could feel my glans lodged inside him and with a little
more pressure and my shaft started to slide inside his hot inner self.

'Yeah,' I felt him go limp and he sounded like he was pleased. It was all
over excepting for the fun bit, I'd taken his virginity and his body had
accepted my stiff member and was accepting more and more as I began to move
in and out sinking deeper and deeper into his willing flesh. 'Yeah....'
this time he pushed up and the satisfaction in his voice was very plain to
hear. 'Fuck me, Baz.'

That was it. I flathanded the bedding either side of his chest and started
to move my hips up and down piercing him time and time again, I just did
pressups until I was buried in his sweet heat.

'Cor, that's so big' he giggled nervously as I started to rump and
pump. I'd been on heat all night, no way was it going to last too long.

No dead fish this one, he pushed upwards as I thrust downwards. I was
determined to take him from the front later in the day, eyeball to eyeball
lovin' but this would do for the time being.

'I'm cuming, Matt,' I let my arms collapse and lay buried in his sweet
fanny as my hardness jerked and jumped a massive cum into his tight little
tunnel. I felt spurt after spurt of my spunk splash and spurt into his
warmth and he wriggled and pushed onto me as if eager to get every last
drop. At the end we lay glued together by our mutual sweat and spilt cum, a
pretty brilliant fuck for a first.

'Happy now?' He craned his head around for a kiss.

'I was happier before,' I corrected him. 'I'm even happier now.'

'Good,' he clamped his cheeks and expelled me making a disgusted noise as
my deflated and cum stained softness slipped between his legs. 'You know
what I need now?'

'Tea?' I asked innocently.

'I need Mr Morning Glory tending to,' he rolled towards me and I felt his
own erection poke me in the nuts.

'Do it from the front,' I lay on my back and guided him, between my
legs. 'I wanna look into your shifty eyes when you cum.'

'They ain't shifty,' he laughed. 'Aglow with love,' he cackled like a stage
villain.

Jeez, I'd got myself a young poet as well as a good fuck. It looked like
the perfect Sunday morning was upon me ..... as well as a pretty hefty
sixteen year old with a dirty laugh and an even dirtier mind.



			      TO BE CONTINUED


I shall definitely do a follow onto this one probably introducing my two
characters to the boys in BRIGHTON INTERLUDE (Part 1 and 2) Paul and
Tony. They'd make nice pairings.


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