Date: Wed, 8 Sep 2004 07:41:14 EDT
From: GCutter66@aol.com
Subject: BRIGHTON ENCOUNTER 3

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.

Onto the story. Enjoy. Donate a coupla quid. KEEP NIFTY FREE

GCutter66@aol.com ..... for comments and criticism, all mails answered
excepting flamers.



BRIGHTON ENCOUNTER


Part Three


by


G. Cutter


I sat at the kitchen table and watched as he prepared an evening meal to
keep us going, the fridge was almost empty but he managed another fryup. He
did like his frying pan, I'd have to try and train him to boil stuff
otherwise we could finish up as the fattest married couple in Brighton.

'You could make the tea instead of sitting on your arse.'

Excellent. He was finding his feet.

We finally ate and afterwards I sorted him out a well knackered pair of
khaki cargoes which hung on him a bit but were better than the crappy jeans
he'd been wearing. He still schlopped about in his disgusting trainers
which had a date with the dustbin in the very near future if I had anything
to do with it.

'How do I look?' He preened himself in my full length mirror.

'Tarty.'

'No I don't,' he laughed.

'Pretty good,' I admitted. Hell, if I took him in The Greyhound I'd be
swamped with dribbling old queens.

'Let's go then. What's he like this mate of yours?' All this in one breath.

'Paul? He's OK.  He smiles like a crocodile and fucks like a ferret.'

'Charming.' My loverboy sniffed disdainfully.

We drove around to Paul's, it was only a couple of streets away but in
spite of being a hot day it was beginning to get a bit chilly, brings us
back to the old sea breezes don't it.

'He lives up the top,' I parked up outside a house very similar to ours.

'They got a lift?'

'No.'

'Jeez.'

I climbed the three flights of stairs followed by Mr Moan-a-Lot. I must
admit it was a bit of a puff making experience, probably why Paul and Tony
were so fit. The door was opened by Tony who was a sweet kid and whose eyes
locked onto Matty's crotch like they were radar controlled. Little slag.

He ushered us in and I introduced Matty all round, Paul in his turn
introduced Jean-Paul his French visitor who informed us that he preferred
to be called Jean without the Paul. He was about the same height as myself,
very dark haired and to be honest looked more Slavic than French but there
you go.

Paul dished out some canned lagers and we were soon chatting like a group
of old mates. Jean's English was excellent as it should be, he was an
English Language student. He reckoned he was staying to polish up on his
idiomatic English, Tony rolled his eyes heavenwards when the lying French
toad (should be a French frog I suppose), came out with that one.

One thing I did notice, it was a bit like an ogglers convention. My Matty
was oggling little Tony, Paul and Tony were both eyeballing my Matty and
Jean was giving me the eye. Too much booze and we could all finish up with
eyestrain or in a massive orgy.

'I mentioned the posing to Jean-Paul,' Paul finally got around to it.

'Jean,' the French youth corrected.

'OK by me,' I looked at Jean, he was quite attractive in a sullen sort of
way. Anyway, if Matty could leer at Tony I could do the same with Frenchy.

'OK by me too,' Jean actually smiled at last.

'Bit of kissing, bit of a blow, wankies and visible spunkies.' Paul stated
flatly. 'Usual rates.'

'OK by me,' I repeated myself. 'Matty maybe would want to watch. I want to
get him some work but I think he's a bit worried about what he has to do.'

'I'm worried about you shagging,' Matty grinned. 'I ain't worried about you
earning a few quid.'

'Perhaps you could do a few naturalistic pictures with Tony,' Paul
suggested.

'Impossible,' Matty declared.

'Why's that?' I looked at him in surprise. I thought I'd pretty well sold
him the idea of posing with other boys or young men.

'Because I rather fancy that if I got naked with Tony it could get a bit
more exciting than nature shots.'

'Perv,' Tony laughed but I could see that he was interested and so could
Paul. He gave me a quick lift of the eyebrows and grinned at Matty.

'Naturalistic pays a rate, porn pays more, Matty.'

'Figures,' Matty gave one of his sniffs. 'We'll see.'

I think Adam and I had to be content with that. It was pretty clear that
Matty was interested, it was only a matter of time. Let's face it, he'd
told me that he wasn't gay for about ten hours and had then gone down like
a ton of bricks. I knew gays were supposed to be promiscuous and I didn't
really want to cramp his style. If he wanted to dally with little Tony or
even Paul so be it as long as he allowed me the same privilege. I wanted
him to stay with me as my partner, I wasn't going to spoil things by being
possessive. We'd have to have a good old heart to heart natter later.

'Stand up and stand together boys,' Adam spoke with the authority of his
late sixteens or maybe he was seventeen now.

Matty and Tony looked a bit embarassed but did as they were told. They were
around the same height although my Matt was far heavier, Tony looked quite
frail against him although I knew a naked Tony was a perv's delight, to
keep it simple, he was one dishy kid.

'Cheers, guys,' Paul grinned. 'You're the right size, you'ld make a nice
sixty niner.'

'Piss off,' Tony squealed although I noticed Matty just grinned.

'When can we do this work, I am short of money,' Jean-Paul spoke. I could
see that he was feeling left out of things and I wondered how good he was
at keeping up with the rapid chat. Because you can speak a language
gramatically and well doesn't mean to say you can keep up with the
colloquial stuff.

Paul looked at me with the old raised eyebrows again.

'Tonight ... tomorrow, I'm easy.'

'So I've heard' Matty sniggered. It brought a little laugh from Tony
anyway.

'Shut it, plumpo.'

'Now?' Paul looked at myself and Jean-Paul. I think we both nodded, I
needed some ready cash anyway, I had the teenage lodger with a garbage
disposal instead of a belly to look after. All of a sudden I'd become a one
parent family, the important bit was my love child really was just that.

'Hey, hey,' Tony jumped top his feet. 'Stiffy time.' I think we all laughed
and that included Jean-Paul. 'Come on Matty, we'll go and sort out the
backdrop.' Matt got to his feet and followed Tony as he rushed out of the
room.

'We keep one corner of the bedroom for standups and sit downs.' Paul
explained to Jean-Paul. I knew the score, what he wasn't saying was that if
his models got on OK he progressed them onto his double bed. I think that
bed, the bed he shared with his little lover had seen more sex than your
actual Thai brothel.

'So what's the score?' I asked him. 'I don't want to upset Matty, we're
just getting things together.'

'Your Matty's probably groping my Tony right now,' Paul scoffed. 'Anyway, a
bit of stand up kissing, a bit of blowing and then one cums on the other,
the usual old crap, OK?'

Jean-Paul and myself chorused an OK and the three of us ambled into the
bedroom to join the boys.

'Jeremy next door did some nice arty ones of Jean-Paul yesterday, want to
look at them?'

'Of course I said yes, I wanted to see what I was getting for supper.'

They were the usual Jeremy stuff, by the way Jeremy is a bit like Freddy,
flounces a bit if you know what I mean. He'd taken some studio shots of
Jean-Paul from taking his trousers off to erection without any cum shots I
might add.

'What's that thing on his dick?' Keith whispered.

'It's a birthmark,' Paul answered with a grin. 'We measured it or rather
Tony did and it's and inch from the tip, some pictures you see it some you
don't.'

'If it was up someone's bum you wouldn't,' Matty gave a dirty snigger, Tony
alongside gave a little titter. Soul sisters, them two, tell ya!

Surprisingly enough Jean-Paul took all this in his stride looking all
romantic and Parisienne as he languidly draped himself over the end of the
bed.

'Yeah,' Paul broke the mood. 'Let's get going, get 'em off. Wanna do the
passive bit, Bastian. Blow Paul, let him come on you,etc. etc.'

'I'm easy, it's as broad as it's long,' I said, needless to say this
brought more sniggers and titters from the Babes in the Woods.

Jean-Paul was easy, he had a fine body, dark skinned and a little bulky a
bit like my Matty, well, bulky sounds better than plump. He was as stiff as
a board at our first kiss and things just got better. He was a great actor,
he managed to look dramatically in love and half asleep at the same time
but his cock certainly came along well. It was nice and thick and watched
by the two goggle eyed brats I made a meal of it. I slid my hand between
his leg and penetrated him with one finger quite easily which was something
to bear in mind for the future. He moved gently in and out of my mouth and
on my finger until he finally grunted that he was cuming. I kept him going
right until the last minute and then stood and turned my back on him, I
could feel his hot erection rub at my crack and though he was going to
stuff me for a minute but I then heard him gasp and felt the warm splashes
of his cum on the small of my back and on my bottom. It was done.

'Perfecto,' Paul enthused.

I shuddered as Jean-Paul slowly rubbed his still hard meat over his cum and
spread it over my skin and then he kissed me. 'I do you next time,' he
whispered. I flopped belly down on the bed expecting someone to provide
tissue or a towel. No chance of that, I heard a whispered conversation
behind me and then I was attacked by two flickering tongues and two sets of
moist lips. The rugrats were on a cleanup.

It was so erotic and I was so hard it was bloody painful.

'Turn over,' I heard Matty speak as I heard the door close. I rolled over
to find Matty and Tony with Jean-Paul's cum shiny on their lips and
cheeks. Paul and the Frenchman had gone.

'OK,' Matty grinned at Tony and they were both on me like a pair of flying
faggots. Tony went south and grasping my hardness sank his mouth over the
end and set to work, Matty stood by the bed, unzipped and rather awkwardly
fed his chunky erection into my mouth and started to fuck my face. I was in
heaven, I had Tony's well practiced little mouth and wet tongue giving me
an expert blow job and I had Matty above slipping his fat penis in and out
of my throat.

I think we came together, I let go a massive blast of my spunk down little
Tony's throat which he swallowed and gobbled away at and then lapped my
balls giving me his little boy grin up my belly. I was trying to watch Tony
and at the same time accomodate Matty's fat cock but he came all to soon
and I had the pleasure of a mouthful of his tart juice and then more on the
face as he slipped free. They both fell onto the bed full clothed and
seeing that Paul and Jean were still away doing what they were doing Matty
and I attacked sweet Tony.

We stripped the giggling boy and I attacked his bottom with my mouth and
lips and Matty took the boy's stumpy cock into his mouth. By the time he
splurted I had two fingers in his saliva coated fanny and was giving him a
good finger fucking, Matty was sucking him like a lollipop.

'I'm cuming,' Tony squealed and I saw Matty's face swell like a squirrel
with nuts in his mouth as his cheeks bulged with sweet teenage spunk. That
was a good 'un, I was quite fond of Tony, I know he was officially Paul's
boyfriend but I had designs on his bottom ..... one of these fine
days. From the look Matty gave me I think he was probably thinking the same
thing. Unfortunately for him I was having evil thoughts and they were along
the lines of myself and Paul doing a bit of a wife swop. Matty would have
to go through Paul to get to Tony quite literally but if he stayed with me
I suspected he would get there in the end.

'Have you done?' I looked up to see Paul's head peering around the door
with his big crocodile smile firmly in place.

'Sorry about that,' I smiled back. Fuck him. 'We got carried away.'

'No probs, Jean-Paul was showing me a few tricks with his mouth.' If
anything his smile got even broader. 'Come on guys let's have a drink, I've
got a bit of business you might be interested in.' I just nodded as I got
up, from the looks the brats were giving each other the only thing they
were interested in was mating big time.

We gathered in Paul's lounge and got given a can apiece, even the boys,
Paul must be having one of his rare bursts of generosity. The room was
quite large but it was still a bit crowded with the five of us, I noticed
that my Matty and Paul's little slut grabbed pride of place on the sofa and
sat there like a pair of little love birds ..... talk about fast movers.

'What I was going to suggest was that you take Jean-Paul and Tony away with
you tomorrow afternoon and do some pictures up on the Downs or wherever you
go as I've got two new boys to look after tomorrow and although they've
said they'll do stuff they're not too happy about having an audience.

'I've only got a P100 it's a two seater,' I objected.

'OK,' he shrugged. 'Why not leave the boys at home for a couple of hours
and they can clean up your flats for you. 'You take Jean-Paul and get a
wadge of naturalistic stuff.' He looked at me quite seriously. I knew
exactly where he was coming from, it's OK having little boyfriends but
sometimes the big lads had to earn some money, we were after all the
breadwinners of our partnerships and it was pretty obvious that Jean-Paul
was a seller be he doing straight stuff or the meatier version. I was also
interested in the other two that had popped up out of the blue.

'I don't really trust these two on their own but if needs must, anyway,
they can't do too much damage in two hours.

'You'd be surprised what we can do in a couple of hours,' Matty draped his
arm around Tony and the boy gave the mandatory squeal.  I'd have to have a
word with Matty later on the evening, he was supposed to be Mister Goody
Boi not Slut Squeen of the South Coast for fuck's sake. I looked at
Jean-Paul and he smiled at me. Then again, I suppose a couple of hours on
the Downs could be stretched to three or four, let's face it, if the
Smurfettes were going to play games so why not myself.

'OK. OK.' I held my hands up. 'You send your two around at eleven o'clock
and you can come around and collect them later. Evening eats and drinks at
my place, I've got a new chef.'

'Who's that?' Tony dragged himself away from his new chum.

'My Matty,' I put the emphasis on 'my', I hope that they both noticed.

'Are you?' Tony looked at Matty as if he was a Martian. 'A chef.' I thought
the little twerp was going to wet his knickers.

'Yeah,' Matty grinned at me, I think he appreciated me mentioning his
skill. On the bed and breakfast front it would be interesting to see how he
would handle an informal meal for five. A bit of a tester you might say.

'We'd better make a move,' I said finally. 'We're going to have a busy day
tomorrow.'

'Okey Dokey,' Paul got to his feet, I'll have the boys around about
eleven.'

'What about the mystery twosome?'

'I'll have their pictures ready by the evening,' Paul promised. That was
it, we all said out farewells and Matty and I were on our way back home. I
must admit I was consumed by curiosity about the sleeping arrangements at
Paul's, they must be doing the menage-a-trois bit. Lucky sods, still I had
my Matty and I know what I preferred.

'He's nice that Tony,' Matty spoke as I took a slow spin along the front
perving the nightlife.

'Yeah, he's a good kid,' I drove into the car park and gazed out at the
darkened sea. You could see a few lights out there, probably some of the
huge tankers that go up and down the Channel.

'You done him?' Matty spoke quietly in the dark.

'No.'

'Don't you fancy him then?'

'Yeah, I do but I'd rather take him in private and have fun than fuck
around in front of a camera.'

'So much for the love job then.' Matty spoke bitterly.

'I said I love you Matty and I'm pretty certain I do,' I cranked the window
down and let some fresh air in. 'I wanna fuck Tony, I lust after his tight
little bum. I wouldn't mind having it off with the French kid ..... but I
still love you. Can you understand that?'

'Dunno,' Matty gave a litle laugh. 'I've got a hardon right now but I'm
thinking about Tony on that bed and you as well, my mind's in a shambles.'

'I love you, Matty. I've only known you for a day but I'm sure you're the
one for me,' I glanced at him in the poor illumination of the car park. 'If
you have sex with Tony tomorrow and I do the dirty with Jean-Paul, I'll
still love you at the end of the day.'

'You don't mind if I stuff Tony?' He sounded surprised.

'I just want you to be happy, I want you to enjoy being with me. I know
you're at the age where physical sex is very important and I don't want to
lose you by being over possessive.'

'I do enjoy being with you, you're a bit of a pig at times but I can live
with that.'

'Cheers,' I replied. 'You say the nicest things.'

'Baz........'

'Yeah.'

'I think I love you,' he spoke uncertainly and I think he was horribly
embarassed but he'd said it and he couldn't unsay it.

'Give it time, loverboy,' I grinned like a fool in the dark. 'Give Tony one
for me tomorrow.'

'Ditto with the Frogman,' Matty laughed. I turned the key we were off home
to bed.

We had a nightcap in the kitchen, just a cup of cocoa but we sat and looked
at each other in silence for what seemed like hours.

'I'll have to get some food in if you want me to do a proper meal
tomorrow,' he finally spoke.

'We'll shop early before the others turn up.'

'OK. What about the decorating?'

'It'll keep for the day. You have fun with the boy and do us all a nice
meal.'

'He's so nice,' Matty's eyes were sparkly, I think he was on the verge of
tears. 'I wanna ....... make love to him, I wanna shag him, I know he's up
for it, he said he wants me but I feel like I'm letting you down.'

'Don't think that,' I put my hand over his. 'We're both young men, we've
both got top line sex drives and more importantly we're going to have sex
with others. The Golden Rule is no secrets. You understand that, no bloody
secrets.'

'Gotcha,' he offered me a weak grin. 'I do love you.' He'd finally said it
face to face, no blushing, no hesitation.

'And I love you, my Matty,' I stood up and put the mugs in the sink. 'How's
about consumating the partnership.'

'What's that in English?'

'Let's fuck.'

'Me first,' he laughingly stood up. 'Gonna fuck you silly.'

'That's my boy.'

It didn't quite work out that way, we got undressed like an old married
couple and didn't actually embrace until we were in the bed, then it
began.He lay still as I kissed his lips, his eyes, his cute nose and then
munched at his smooth neck all the while handling his hardness slowly and
until I could feel the smear of precum as I slid his foreskin over his
glans.

'I'm gonna pop soon,' he whispered and tried to pull me back up for another
kiss.

'No you're not,' I rolled his nipples in my mouth my wetness and heat
making then stick out like small nubs.

'Bastian......' he wailed as I licked and lapped down his rounded belly
arriving at his super hard cock. I ran my tongue the full length and then
took his smooth scrotum into my mouth feeling the outline of his oval eggs
and the fluidity in his sac. 'Bastian,' he sobbed and I felt his scrotum
tighted within my mouth.

I grabbed his slick penis at the base and applied my tongue and lips to the
slippery glans and he began to thrust his hips up into my heat and sucking.

'Bastian......' I felt the spurts and the splashes as I swallowed his
creamy boy spunk. God, he just came and came. I finally kissed up his belly
and chest finishing at his lips.

I moved back and straddled him, he was still hard and his cock was well
lubricated, holding it upright I held it against my ring and slowly impaled
myself on his virile young penis.

'You're torturing me,' he groaned and held my hips guiding me down until
his full length was lodged in my belly. I began to bob up and down bringing
low groans and gasps of pleasure from my young lover.

'On the side and then on top,' I instructed and rolled onto my side, I
kissed him long and hard as he clambered up with me still pinned to his
solid meat. 'Now you fuck, Matty boy.'

He did, I knew he was drained but he'd do it, a boy's pride and a boy's
energy would find a way. He fucked for ever, he was good, he went rough for
a bit and then gently, fast and then slow, he corkscrewed his way into my
body and I swear that spongy glans of his found every corner of my gut. In
the end I was begging him to finish it.

'I'm cuming,' he finally gasped with his sweaty belly slapping against my
tight nuts.

'Matty......' I heard myself moan as I felt his meat twitch within me and
then the sweet slippery splats as a further load of his juicy essence
coated my inside with his creamy cum.

'Now I am shagged,' he gasped and flopped on top of my sweat drenched body.

'Not quite,' I laughed and forced him out of me straight onto his belly and
got between his outspread legs.

'Bastard,' he mumbled fondly and shoved his bottom up. I took him on a
coating of his sweat and my precum. Locate and thrust in one long motion
until my pubics crushed against his sweet buns. 'I'm getting to like this,'
he muttered into the pillow as I began to fuck forcing his legs further
apart elevating his beautiful bum onto my thrusts. 'Yeah ..... fuck me,' he
growled and almost forced himself into a doggy position but I was too
heavy. I rammed and thrust into his bouncy bottom as he craned his head
around and we managed a sloppy kiss.

'Yes, yes, yes,' I cried out at each thrust as I could feel the searing
heat of my cum shot up my shaft and then the blessed relief as my penis
throbbed and splurted a goodly cum into his tight little arse.

'Wheeee....' He giggled as I splattered and splashed my climax into his
tunnel of love. 'Whoooo, that was a monster cum,' he giggled into the
pillow. 'I'm flooded.' He was right, I lazily moved in and out of his
soaked fanny and slowly deflated. It was an excellent cum, we'd certainly
done the consumating bit ... in spades.

'Gawd,' I whispered later as we lay lazily kissing and slowly drifted off
to sleep. 'We go well together.'

'We sure do, lover,' he kissed me on the nose and I felt the warm fan of
his breath as he snuggled up and stilled.

We didn't get up too early, we just lay there and cuddled in the early
morning light. I had one set of tenants vacating the top flat today, they
seemed a nice couple, a straight couple by the way and they were paid up. I
could send Laurel and Hardy up for a couple of hours to clean it up, change
the bedding and have it more or less spick and span for the incoming
lot. That was a couple with a fourteen year old boy. I mentioned the idea
to Matty and he was quite happy, I supposed he realised he had to do some
work sooner or later. I had to think how much to pay him and progress my
bed and breakfast plan later in the week but for the moment I savoured his
warmth and smoothness.

'I'm hard,' he whined and turned towards me.

'Good, you should be able to give little Tony a good run for his money.'

'You think he'll go for it?' He looked at me with a big grin on his round
face.

'Bet on it,' I laughed and slid from the bed. 'If we have a sort out I'll
take you out for breakfast and we can stock up on grub.'

'Not that greasy spoon down on the front?'

'Nah, I'll take you down The Lanes, you'll like it. At least we can have a
decent breakfast.'

'What was wrong with mine,' he looked at me with a bit of a sulky look.

'Nothing at all, sweetpea,' I laughed at his obvious miff. 'The cupboard's
empty, you can't cook fresh air.'

'Alright then,' he snuggled back into the warmth of the bed mollified for
the moment. Never upset a budding chef, you could finish up starving.

By the time he tarted around we didn't get down to The Lanes until around
half nine, we had a good solid breakfast and raided the local Waitrose and
stocked up, I spent a bloody fortune but that's life, anyway it was all in
a good cause. We carried it all back like a pair of lovers, very hungry
lovers that is going by the weight of the bags. I think Matty was thinking
of putting on a fifty course banquet with the stuff he'd bought. I was
going to suggest fish and chips for five but suspected he'd throw a
tantrum.

Paul walked around with Jean-Paul and the ever hyped up Tony in tow, the
day's work was about to begin. I did a quick check upstairs and found the
departing couple had left the place reasonably tidy so the boys wouldn't
have too much to do, put it this way, they'd have loads of time for any
hanky panky they had in mind. Paul promised to bring the results of his
photoshoot around at five and we'd eat around six, that's assuming Matty
had the strength left to cook.

I got Jean-Paul some posing stuff and we were on our way back to my
favourite spot up on the downs. It was a nice day, it was a Monday so I
didn't really expect to bump into anyone. Jean-Paul didn't say much and
just sat there looking or rather gazing into space.

'You're quiet, Jean-Paul.'

'Jean,' he reminded me. 'I'm worn out,' he finally smiled.

'What, a great French lover like yourself,' I mocked.

'Slightly overused French lover,' he laughed. 'Mon Dieu, Sacre Bleu and all
the other thing we French are supposed to say. That little Tony goes like a
rabbit. A March rabbit?' He looked at me questioningly.

'A March Hare,' I supplied.

'Whatever,' he gave his Gallic shrug. 'I fucked him so bad and he loved
it.'

'What about Paul?'

'He fucked me twice,' he grinned. 'He got his moneysworth.'

I kept silent. I didn't realise Paul was paying for sex. God knows why, he
was good looking enough, he had a list of models he gave regular work to so
why the hell should he pay for it.

'He didn't pay for the sex you understand.' Jean-Paul must have read my
mind. 'Perhaps I got the phrase wrong?'

'You should have said: 'He got his twopennyworth pronounced tuppenceworth.'

'I shall remember that,' Jean-Paul laughed. 'Tuppenceworth.' He rolled the
word around his mouth.

'Here we go,' I turned off the dual carriageway and slowly drove up the
rutted track to my favourite spot.

'We are safe here?' Jean-Paul asked nervously as I parked up in the shade
of a tree.

'Yeah,' I got out of the car. 'Safe as houses.' I looked at the flattened
grass where Matty and I had made love the previous day.'

'Alright.' Jean-Paul relaxed and peeled his t-shirt off displaying his
smooth dark skinned chest. 'You like?' He flexed himself like a
bodybuilder.

'Very much.'

'What about your young friend, your Matty?'

'We have a casual relationship. A partnership but we do our own thing.'

'That is good, very French.'

'Get 'em off.'

'Yes,' he laughed. 'That is very English ..... about as subtle as a
housebrick.'

'Excellent,' I passed him the red vest I used with Matty. 'Try not to get
hard, I want to get these out on the pinup circuit.'

'OK,' he looked at me almost coyly. 'I can get hard later?'

'You can get hard when we have sex, when we make love in the grass.'

'Oooh la la,' he squealed like a little girl.

In fact I did take a couple of him in his washed out jeans and then the
usual scatering of frontals and rear enders. Nothing too meaty just enough
for Paul to use as a advance for the more progressive stuff. From what I
could understand of Paul's little operation he used the pinup pictures as
bait, once some one was hooked he went onto the nuts and bolts. The object
of this particular exercise was to find Jean-Paul ongoing work and Matty as
well but once we had our own business up and running Matty could lay off of
this side of things ..... that is unless he got a taste for it.

I was just about coming to the end of things and idly thinking what Matty
and Tony were upto when I noticed Jean-Paul was growing. I mean his dick
was growing, of course.

'That's it Jean.'

'Are you sure, I was just beginning to enjoy myself,' he leant against the
wall of the old structure and licked his lips like a hungry dog or maybe a
sleek feline.

'I can see that,' I put the digital doiwn and moved in. 'You're growing,' I
cupped his heavy balls and gently moved them in their hairy sac.

'I'm growing now,' he grinned and reached out for me. We shared a kiss and
I could feel his penis enlarge and fill out. It was a nice meaty thing and
this time he wasn't going to get away with squirting on my spine, he also
wasn't going to get away with a gentle finger fuck, we still had over an
hour to either waste or use fruitfully.

'Come in the shade I left him for a moment and threw the camera into the
van and grabbed a throw I had brought along.

I spread the throw on a beaten down area in the long grass in the shade of
a large old oak and he promptly collapsed and lay on his back with a big
grin on his face, his penis was sticking straight up his belly and I could
already see the glint of precum, He slowly rubbed his foreskin over his
glans and watched as I took a final look around and then dropped below the
level of the tall outer grass.

'Now we do it?' He tugged at my shirt.

'Now we do it,' I agreed kicking my trainers off as his eager lips munched
at my neck and throat.

'I want you to fuck me, Bastian.'

'I'm glad about that Jean, I thought I was going to have to talk you into
it.'

'Quiet,' He pressed a finger againt my lips and then his head dropped to my
groin as his fumbling exposed my hardness.

'English beef is dangerous so they say but I don't care,' he grinned at me
like a schoolboy and then his head dropped. I held his short dark hair as I
felt his most lips and wet tongue attack me and then the regular pleasuring
as his hot mouth enveloped me and began to move up and down.

'I've forgotten the KY,' I groaned.

'You won't need it.' As well as sucking my hardness he reached into the
pocket of his jeans and pulled a small tube of sun tan lotion with a French
label, still sucking he uncapped the thing and squeezed a small amount onto
his fingers. His head moved down and he started to lap and massage my tight
balls with his lips and tongue, I saw his arm go backwards and a made the
rather reasonable guess that he was annointing his pucker, this was one
well practiced and prepared young man.

'Do me,' he moved free and lay on his back in the bright sunlight. 'Fuck
me,' he growled and raised his knees to his chest exposing his tautly
spread and well lubricated pucker.

Damn right. I hurriedly got to my knees and aimed my saliva coated erection
at it's target. The slipperyness and my precum eased my passage as I firmly
pushed home mounting him in one long thrust. Yeah, OK. He was well used but
he had such control, he clamped his dark skinned bottom on my hot
hardness. 'I love cock,' he grinned at me and dragged my head down for a
kiss. God, he was good sex, as professional as Matty was amateur ..... mind
you I loved Matty, this youngster was just a fuck but a good one all the
same.

I sweatily slapped against his bum and then it happened, the familiar heat,
the sensation of explosion, my shaft went rigid and I felt the surging and
searing as my hot spunk splashed and spurted up into his belly.

'Wonderful,' he gave a boyish giggle and wriggled on my still spurting
cock. 'Your Matty is a lucky boy, you cum so well.'

'I'm drained,' I gasped as I felt the tenseness leave me and my cock begin
to soften in his slippery and slick tunnel of love. I gave a couple of
final prods and slipped free. We lay their in the hot sun and under the
clear sky just stroking each other's sweaty bodies and gently butterfly
kissing.

'I'm so hard,' he smiled at me. I knew that, I could feel his meaty mass
pressing at my thigh as we faced each other.

'How did I know you were going to say that,' I laughed as I rolled onto my
back and assumed the position, a bit like those cop films but not quite.

I've got to say this, I was just a little bit nervous. I know I'd had
experience of his dick before but I hadn't actually had it in me and it
seemed to have grown. It was certainly bigger than Matty's and
.......... fuck it, too late now. I could feel the pressure of his finger
at my ring and then he entered me, just a little bit of oiling up and his
finger slid out. The next thing I felt was the pressure as his bulbous
glans pressed up against me, then a jerk and a brief pain but he was in. He
stared down at me and kissed me gently and started to slowly work his way
in, I felt my whole anus being stretched by his fat cock as he sank deeper
and deeper at last I felt his crisp pubic hairs nestle up against my
stretched butt. The bloody great thing was inside me.

'You alright?'

'Go on,' I smiled up at him squeezing my buns on his very hard and hot
cock. 'Do it, Jean.'

He did. He started slowly at first but started to lunge and plunge nearly
his full length in long fluid strokes. God, he was good, this one was truly
a professional hustler, no two ways about it.

'His lips were glued to mine and his tongue was halfway down my throat as
he pounded the hell out of my butt slamming into me and turning my inside
into jello.

'I'm cuming,' he gasped and then the final shove. His cock seemed to swell
and then the glorious pumping and spurting as his liquid love shot into my
belly. I knew he'd spunked a lot when we'd done the photoshoot but the cum
was massive, I could feel the stuff trail down my back onto the throw as he
continued to slowly move in and out of my flooded and well loosened
butt. He carefully slipped free and we lay together in the hot sunshine
stinking of sweat and spilt cum.

'You were good,' he grinned at me. 'However........'

'However?'

'We must go, our time is up.'

'True.' I just wanted to lie in the sun in his strong arms and go for a
round two but we'd taken a risk and the law of averages stated that sooner
or later someone would catch me having fresh air sex which would go down a
hoot in the local papers.

Reluctantly we clambered back into our clothing and returned to the motor,
the boys were waiting and hopefully we should have a meal awaiting our
return.

It was around four in the afternoon and our deadline was five so I took my
time driving back. We had a cold drink at the truckstop and were on the
doorstep just as Paul wandered down the street.

'OK, guys,' he ambled upto us as we got from the van. 'How did it go?'

'Very good, I'll flash the pics up on the computer, I think you'll be
pleased.'

'Good. The two I did were OK but nothing to write home about,' he looked at
Jean-Paul. 'They'd go OK with Jean but it looked a bit like a love job to
me.'

'Win some, lose some,' I looked at Jean-Paul and Paul. 'No fire engines,
the boys must have behaved themselves.'

'Probably shagging all day,' Paul grinned quite cheerfully. He was probably
right, the thought that my boyfriend and his had pobably been having dirty
sex didn't seem to worry him too much.

We all trooped into the house to find the place looking like a new pin. Our
little lovers had even dragged the table and chairs from the spare room,
for once the place looked reasonably civilised.

'You've got half an hour to clean up. Dinner will be served at five fifteen
precisely,' Matty's voice shouted from the kitchen followed by Tony's
grinning face appearing around the door.

'First course soup,' Tony started sorting out the eating utensils into five
place settings. 'Canned that is.'

'Not a ten course meal,' Paul grinned.

'Three actually,' Tony laughed. 'We even did frogs legs and snails for
Frenchy.'

'Drop dead, Smurf,' Jean laughed and walked through to the bathroom. Seemed
the colloquial English was coming along quite well.



					TO BE CONTINUED.


Got to cut it short there guys. I've got too much on the go at the moment
and I need to get back to some of my older stuff and clear it away.  Any
comments, etc. you can find me at: GCutter66@aol.com For List of Work on
Nifty: GCutter66@aol.com For Pix to go with stories ... join my Mailing
List