Date: Thu, 23 Sep 2004 03:29:15 EDT
From: GCutter66@aol.com
Subject: Brighton Encounter: Part 4

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 Four


by


G. Cutter



It was a pleasant evening with myself and Matty playing hosts to Paul, Tony
and the latest addition to their clan, Jean-Paul.  Matty and Tony had
prepared a meal which certainly wouldn't get any medals but was wholesome
and well done, just your basic working class nosh up. Canned soup for a
starters followed by roast chicken ..... well two chickens unless they'd
found a chicken with four legs. Matty was quite happy munching away and
watching us all hawk eyed for the slightest sign of disapproval. I'll give
him his due, he could cook a chicken (who can't) but the veggies were all
done properly, the whole thing set out well. He even polished off the whole
performance with a jam roly poly and custard which is just what the doctor
ordered on a hot summer's evening.

The jewel in the crown was that he and Tony did the cleanup and washing up,
I just hoped my two little lovebirds weren't getting too attached to one
another in their culinary pursuits. Be fair, Matty was mine and officially
Tony was Paul's boy although Paul seemed a bit taken with the French youth,
Jean-Paul. I didn't know how Tony felt about this but I was watching points
very closely, don't get me wrong, I liked Tony but I didn't want him moving
in on me and raining on my parade to coin a phrase.

'Well done, Matt,' I clasped my chum around the waist as he emerged from
the kitchen all hot and bothered. 'Chill out,' I handed him a cheepo
lager. 'You too,' I gave Tony an avuncular pat on his head.

They both smiled their thanks and managed to get into an armchair. They
looked very sweet with Tony almost perched on my Matty's lap, sweet as in
yeuch!

'What if you do some arty wanks with your Matty and Jean-Paul tomorrow,'
Paul suggested. 'Maybe let Matty take some pictures, train him up as it
were.'

'Possibly,' I looked at him, I needed to chat about Tony, sod the
photographs. 'It's up to Matt.'

Matt just shrugged.

'I have got a short stay couple and their son due tomorrow morning, I need
to check out the room and see them in.'

'The room's spotless,' Matty assured me.

'It better be, you've had most of the day to sort it out.' I spoke a little
too sharply which I instantly regretted seeing the slightly hurt look on
Matty's face.

'Come on Bastian, don't be a grump,' Paul pulled me up.

There was one of those awkward silences which was broken by
Jean-Paul. 'Isn't it time the photographer got photographed?' He looked at
my pair of rugrats. 'Tony can do some of me and Matt can do some of Paul.'

'Well it would keep you occupied whilst I see the new people in,' I
admitted.

'I was thinking,' Matty looked at me, I could see that he wasn't very
pleased and desperately wanted to hug him and tell him all was right in our
little world but there were things going on under the surface and I wanted
to know what they were.

'Go on Matt,' I looked at him.

'The third flat, the empty one,' he took a breath. 'Why not start a bed and
breakfast using that one for a trial.'

'It's too big, that's why,' I thought about it for a bit. You know, ten out
of ten for Matty for thinking at least. 'My idea was, with the place next
door was to try for two or three self contained units on each floor making
six or nine in all which meant a considerable outlay on interior
alterations.'

'Do a trial run upstairs,' Matty perservered. 'Instead of a big jump take a
medium jump, then you've got time to think.'

'Mmmmm. Bears thinking about I suppose.' I smiled at him trying to ease the
situation. 'We can talk about it later.'

'OK,' he grinned at me and gave me a hard stare. He could see that I was
upset about something and he didn't know what it was.

The remainder of the evening limped along, I think I was the sad sack but I
couldn't help it, I really needed to talk to Matty alone and see where we
were going. In the end Paul left with his two boys and I was left with
Matty, the deal was that Matty was going around to their place in the
morning whilst I saw in the new short termers, not forgetting their son and
then I'd go around and catch up with what was going on in the big bad world
of local porn.

I was beginning to feel a little bit left out with Paul and the boys but
then again anything Paul suggested was worth money, that kid never made a
move unless there were pound notes at the end of the trail, pound coins
that is.

Alone at last. Matty and I had seen them to the door and waved them off
like any good husband and wife team do.

'What's up with you?' Matty came straight to the point.

'It's Tony,' I flopped into the armchair and he sat opposite. 'I'm worried
that he's getting pushed out a bit by Paul and the French kid.' I really
didn't know how to go about this.

'And you think he's making a move on me?'

'Slightly.'

'You silly tart,' he looked at me and smiled slightly. 'I like Tony and you
know perfectly well that we did the biz today as you probably did with Jean
but we're still mates, aren't we?'

'I hope so.'

'Come on Baz, chill out. I fuckin' love you, I think. Tony's just a nice
bit of arse.'

'Well that's pretty blunt coming from Mr Straight.'

'Vell you turnt me, Master,' he put his upper teeth over his lower lip and
tried to look like a vampire, rather sweet in a way.

'I do love you, Matty,' I think I'd gone to mumble mode. This was
cringemaking, I was normally perfectly in control with my little friends
but I so wanted Matty for myself I didn't need third parties queering the
pitch to coin another rather apt phrase.

'You're jealous,' he grinned delightedly.

'Yeah.'

'Don't be,' he laughed. 'No secrets ..... you said it.'

'No secrets,' I agreed. 'Let's go to bed then, busy day tomorrow .'

'Wowsie wow, back on track,' he stood up and stretched his arms up. 'The
dirt track,' he giggled as I clasped him by the waist and brought him into
an embrace. 'Kiss me Baz.'

I did just that and began to feel a bit better. I looked at him and he
looked at me, we both smiled and went to bed.

I think it was whilst we were getting undressed quite normally that I
noticed he had new briefs, y-fronts, whatever you want to call them.

'You had time to buy some fresh stuff,' I commented.

'Nah, he grinned. 'Paul paid me up for posing, he gave me some stuff as
well,' he looked at me seriously for a moment. 'No secrets,' he said as he
slipped into the bed. 'I've got some questions?'

'Go on,' I got rid of the rest of my kit and stood for a moment before
slipping in alongside him.

'What the hell does Paul do for a living, he seems to have loads of
cash. he must do something?'

'Tell ya,' I snuggled in against his warm body. God, I was as hard as a
rock but what's new. 'Paul arrived in town about a year ago and got on the
posing trail, he spread himself around and the next thing we know he's
virtually running the soft porn end of things. He's a 'natural', he
attracts youngsters like flies.'

'Well.....' Matty cuddled in closer and put his arms around me. 'I like him
OK, but I'm not really attracted to be quite honest.'

'Good,' I said. 'Because apart from having a good link with most of the
local photography brigade he also rents out himself and some of his boys,
he runs a pretty high class call boy racket, using renters ..... and he
does well at it especially when they have the political conventions in
town.'

'Ah,' Matty grinned. 'Renters as in male prostitutes?'

'You've got it.'

Matty gave a delicate shudder which I hoped was genuine and not put
on. 'I'll stick with you, Cuddles. a few dirty pictures and that's it.'

I gave a little sigh of relief, I didn't know how far Tony had gone pushing
Paul's agenda and I didn't want my Matty being seduced with the lure of
quick cash, I wanted to make an honest girl out of him ..... well, you know
what I mean.'

'Tony was talking......'

'Tony's always talking,' I nuzzled the side of his neck and reached down
grasping his hot hardness gently running his foreskin over his swollen
glans.

'Nasty,' he gave a little giggle and moved himself gently in and out of my
clenched fist. 'He thinks Paul's gone off him a bit and he's worried of
getting dumped.'

'It happens.'

'Jeez,' he froze. 'That is so skanky, he's only a kid.'

'He's a well practiced rent boy, he stopped being a kid as you put it a
long time ago, he sells his body, he's a prostitute. The cock he's had and
been paid for he should be able to buy a bloody house.'

'You're such a prat,' Matty pulled away. 'You are so fuckin' hard.'

'I can't be that hard, I took you in,' I snapped. I regreted saying it
immediately.

'Fuck you,' he turned his back on me and shuffled to the far edge of the
bed. I was stuffed, I wanted to apologise but I hadn't got it in me, I knew
I was right, Matty was feeling sorry for the wrong boy. That fuckin' Tony,
I was going to wring his neck in the morning.

I drifted off to bad dreams, the worst was when Matty left and I went back
to collecting strays again and I suppose I was rescued from a screaming fit
by the feel of warm flesh pressing against me.

'You awake?' A whisper.

'Yeah,' I reached out and grabbed my Matty.

'You are a prat, a bad prat, you know that.'

'I can't help it,' I kissed him lightly on the nose and then long and hard
on the lips. 'I don't want Tony coming between us.'

'It'd be nice if he was between us now,' he sniggered and I felt his heat
and his hardness slip between my legs.

'Dirty boy,' I clamped my legs on him as he slowly moved in and out.

'Tony's nice, I like Tony but he isn't going to fuck up you and me,' he
whispered. 'I won't allow that.'

'Good.' I had to be satisfied that. The wringing of necks was put on the
backburner but I'd be watching our little Anthony like a bloody hawk. 'Do
what you're good at, lover.' I moved onto my back taking him with me.

'What's that?' He shuffled into a kneeling position raising my legs to his
shoulders.

'Exactly what you're doing,' I relaxed as I felt his warm breath on my face
and he moved closer. 'Mmmm,' his slippery glans slid up against my ring,
all was right with the world at least for the moment. Once again the blunt
pressure was eased by his slipperyness and he was in me.

'Wicked,' he glued his lips to mine and gently moved to and fro sinking
deeper and deeper into my body. 'You are a good fuck you know.'

'You're a good fucker.'

'Jeez, three days,' he mused as he slowly ploughed my furrow (dontcha just
love a good farming metaphor).

'Three days?' I made myself comfortable and held his hips as he kept up his
quite sedate loving. I could lie there forever with his hot hardness
slipping in and out of my bottom.

'Yeah, three days from meeting to marriage ...... is it a marriage?' He
looked at me in the gloom of the bedroom and I caught the flash of his
teeth.

'I hope so,' I replied and pulled him down for a kiss. 'We've got to talk
in the morning though.'

'OK,' he chuckled. 'But not tonight.'

'Not tonight,' I agreed and wrapped my legs around him as he started to
move faster and push himself in harder. 'Go on Matty, gimme babies.'

'You old romantic, you,' he started to go faster and even harder. My own
erection was jerking up and down on my belly, it wanted a sixteen year old
bum and that bum's name was Matty. Poetic or what?

He didn't take too long in spite of whatever he'd been upto during the day,
he started to move faster and I knew it was on it's way. His cum, his
lovely boy spunk and it was all mine ..... at least for the moment.

'Jeez, I'm shagged,' he muttered as he slid free and flopped alongside me
nestling against my chest.

'You always say the same thing,' I chuckled and got between his legs.

'Yeah, well I always want the same thing.'

'For three days,' I reminded him as I slipped my oozing meat between his
firm cheeks, located his pucker and slowly and effortlessly sheathed myself
in his living flesh.

'I'm beginning to like this,' he giggled as I bottomed out and started to
gently and lovingly slip in and out of his deliciously tight boy
fanny. God, that boy was such good sex ...... well he still is to broadcast
how our story goes. Suddenly he pushed on my belly forcing me away.

'What's up,' I groaned with frustration.

'Do me doggy,' he moved around on the bed and crouched presenting his firm
young bottom.

'Been learning tricks,' I grinned in the dark and located again and pushed
home.

'Yeah,' he pushed back onto my advances.

It was good, I was right up behind him slapping into his body and he was
pushing back quite hard so that we were meeting with a sweaty slap until I
couldn't contain it any longer. 'I'm cuming,' I gasped and as he collapsed
onto the bed I followed him down thrusting harder and deeper until I felt
the hot surge and then the blessed relief as I exploded into his hot flesh.

'Jeeez, that was a good 'un,' he chortled as he wriggled on my spurting
cock. He was right, it was a good 'un. I was wasted.

He took me again in the early hours, I think it was then that I decided
that I had to make a move on Tony, my poor old bum would be in tatters if
he kept on going like a loony toon. I wasn't into inflatable dolls but Tony
was the next best thing. Talk about chucking the principals out of the
window.

'My bum's sore,' I moaned as he finally slipped free leaving a generous
deposit of his boy juice between my legs.

'Well, you've got a man now,' he chuckled.

'Big head. I've got a sex starved schooly you mean.'

'That too,' he agreed quite cheerfully. Dontcha just hate cheerful morning
people. 'Whassa programme boss.'

'An hour's lie in for starters,' I grumped.

'Bollocks,' he leapt from the bed and I glanced at the clock, for God's
sake it had just gone seven. 'I'm gonna have a bath and cleanup and do you
a breakfast.'

'Not a bloody great fry up for God's sake.'

'Nah,' he laughed as he sat on the edge of the bed. 'A couple of girly eggs
for you and a bit of grub for me,' he poked me in the middle of the
chest. 'Eight o'clock sharp, don't forget you've got new people coming
today.'

'With a fourteen year old son,' I livened up a bit not that I'd go
tampering with the tenant's children ..... much!

'Perv,' he grinned and left the room giving me a final jiggle of his pure
white bum on the way out.

Eight o'clock came and I wandered into the kitchen all nice and sparkly
rather than scintillating if you know what I mean.

'What time's the photoshoot?'

'Wander around when you feel like it,' I replied. 'Eleven's pretty safe.'

'What time do you want me back?'

'Come on, Matty,' I looked at him hard and long. 'You're your own man,
Paul's got a phone, gimme a ring.'

'I ain't doing any sex today,' he declared after a moment. 'I'm doing the
David Bailey bit.'

'Fair enough,' I decapitated my egg. 'Tell Paul I won't be around today, I
want to sit down with lots of paper and pencils and draft out some ideas
for upstairs.'

'You're gonna go for my idea,' he looked delighted.

'Well, I've got two flats in use and one due for painting and
decorating......'

'Which is a double bedroom.'

'They all are apart from the top floor which has three bedrooms.'

'Don't forget you need a breakfast room next to that diddy kitchen up
there.'

'Yeah, I know,' I gazed at him for a moment. 'I'll draft out a rough plan
for the ground floor, we should be able to get two rooms who'll share a
bathroom and toilet and still have room for your breakfast room alongside
the existing kitchen. I'll wander around and see a mate of mine later and
get some ideas, he's got a bee and bee himself.'

'You're really going for it,' he clapped his hands excitedly.

'I'm going to look at it and cost it out, if I can afford it I'll go for it
on the ground floor and do the first and second over the winter.'

'I'll draft a breakfast menu,' he grinned at me. 'Seven day's schedule, no
variations no fucking about. I'f they don't like it, they starve.'

'I think we can be a bit more flexible than that,' I murmured. 'We'll chat
about it tonight.'

'Tony?'

'What about Tony?' I thought back to my earlier thoughts on the brat.

'No matter,' he shrugged and went back to his food and I left it, I'm quite
sure the subject of Tony would come up again sooner rather than later.

					..........................................

I left Bastian to it around ten o'clock, he was waiting on his short term
family, I think they were booked in for two weeks. He was jumping around
like a cat on a hot tin roof, I think the fourteen year old might have
something to do with it. Wave a schooly at my Baz and he wet his
knickers. Don't get me wrong, I'm not taking the piss but he played such a
hard man and he was as soft as poo inside. That's what I liked about him,
he was as bent as a three bob watch but he acted so normal. I like that, I
don't like all this coming out of the closet stuff, whose business is it
anyway what I do in the bedroom, or up on The Downs for that matter?

I wandered along taking my time, the sun was up and all was well with the
world at least for the time being. I was desperately hoping that Baz just
didn't want me for a fortnight or a month and then dump me, I really liked
the guy as in madly, truly, deeply, blah, blah. I didn't really like
admitting it but I was in love and I'm not really bent just adaptable as
they say. Mind you little Tony is a blinding fuck but that's another thing
altogether. By the way, I knew that Paul wanted me but he's a user and he
wasn't going to get the chance to use me, any hassle and I'd tell Baz, my
Baz'd pull his fucking head off.

Here we were, I dinged the old bell and about five miles up I saw Tony
hanging out of the window. 'It's open,' he shouted out and
disappeared. Gawd I love a bit of mountaineering. The Crazy Gang were
assembled by the time I tottered upto their door, there was an additional
body or should I say an exchange, Jean-Paul was missing and this other tall
dark haired guy was there. Quite a good looker, probably around the twenty
mark. I noticed straight away that Paul seemed to be smitten and Tony was
less than happy. I guess it was a case of two's company and three's a
crowd.

Paul gave me a casual wave and introduced the stranger as Francois, yet
another student. The guy was quite polite and I gathered that he was going
to do some posing of a 'meaty nature' with a friend of his called Kenny who
was running late. I also gathered that he's stayed the night with Paul and
poor old Tony had finished up on the sofa, no wonder the Smurf had a dose
of the hump, I wouldn't have minded a tumpble in the hay with Francois
myself. Forgive me Bastain, I know not what I say, he, he!

Tony got me a Coke and we sat out on the small balcony leaving the bigger
lads in possession of the lounge.

'He's treating me like shit,' Tony mumbled, I could see he was upset, he
was on the verge of tears.

''Don't worry,' I didn't really know what to say, I was the new boy after
all. 'It'll sort itself out.'

'You're fuckin' joking,' he snapped. 'He's organised a threesome for this
afternoon and he's going to give you and me the money to go to the pictures
or something.'

'Really,' I looked at Tony. 'He can give me money but no pictures, I'll go
home to Baz, he's my main man. Fuck Paul and the bloody train he came in
on.'

'Can I come home with you this afternoon then?' Paul asked eagerly. 'I
don't want to go to the pictures in weather like this,' he glanced
upwards. The sky was cloudless, there was a slight sea breeze but it was
going to be a hot sweaty day, certainly not a day to be sitting in a fuggy
old cinema.

'You could finish up in a meat sandwich,' I laughed.

'What are you, a cannibal?'

Baz and me are the bread.

'I wouldn't mind that,' he replied with his eyes downcast.

We were interrupted by the entrance of a fair haired kid who was clearly
the expected Kenny. About the same age as Francois I expect but not as good
looking, a bit zit scarred but he had a good smile even if he did look a
bit hairy. Gotta go with Baz on that one, I preferred smoothies.

'OK, boys,' Paul called us back into the room. 'I want you to do some
striptease of me and wankies just so these guys don't feel all alone,' he
grinned at his two models. Jeez, if they'd been shagging all night it
hardly made any difference surely.

'H'OKay,' I took one of the digitals and Tony took the other. I had the
idea now. The session was broadly speaking split into four parts and all we
needed was about five shots of each part. The strip, bumshots, wank to
stiffy and stiffy to cum ..... easy as that. The last session had been good
he'd taken all the shots apart from two which were basically useless
courtesy of Tony.

Paul started off in a blue jean jacket and shorts and disrobed in pretty
short order, he gave us some rather coy frontals and then some rather gory
pucker shots and then started to finger himself working one finger right up
his arse. I thought that was rather cringy but Franco, as he preferred
being called, and Kenny were sitting there as hard as a pair of
rocks. Actually, although that Kenny was a bit hairy he was nice, he had a
nice face. I was looking forward to seeing the rest of him.

Paul had finished playing with his hole, he was now on his back pulling the
old salami, moments later it was all over, he splurted up onto his belly
and as a grand finale he gave us a cheerful wave and that was it. More
pictures for the Paul fan club or maybe they were advertisements for his
other business, the under the counter stuff ..... the escort agency
..... that was the polite way of putting it.

'OK, Franco., I'll get cleaned up and dressed and we'll do the duet.' he
left us and walked into the bathroom.

'Thank God I'm, a spectator,' Kenny grinned at myself and Tony. 'This all
looks a bit too much like hard work.'

'I thought you were posing with ...er, Franco,' I looked at Tony, I'd lost
the plot.

'No, no,' Tony grinned. 'Franco and Paul now, Kenny and his Willy
tomorrow.'

I gave up, who the hell was Kenny's Willy?'

'Come on let's reset the scene,' Tony jumped up and Kenny helped
us. Basically what he meant was that we reversed the curtains and moved
things around a bit, same room, same corner, different colours. I saw
Franco take off his trainers and sit there all ready for the off in his
black shirt and washed out jeans, this kid was also French and he wasn't a
bad looker but he did exactly nothing for me. Paul walked in and he was
wearing a bright yellow shirt and we were off. Lot's of colour contrast,
just what the doctor ordered.

They sat either side of the bed and stripped off quite demurely and then
they were on each other snogging and groping as they say, Tony and I jumped
about like loonies watched with amusement by the ever more attractive
Kenny. And yeah, he was giving Tony and me more of an oggle than the two on
the bed, every time I glanced at him he gave me a cheeky little grin and
even blew me a kiss once.

They were just about naked now apart from Franco's briefs but he'd produced
a condom, a black condom, it looked horrible but he rolled it onto his
hardness with every sign of enjoyment.

'Better for fucking, it's lubed,' Tony whispered.

'I prefer the real thing,' I whispered back which brought a giggle. He
knew, he'd had me and I'd had him, both times bareback as they say.

'Concentrate,' Paul snapped as he straddled Franco's waist and slowly
dropped himself on the solidly filled black condom. Gawd, I could almost
feel the black rubber thing parting my pucker, ever concious of Kenny's
eyes on my bottom I gave him a little wriggle .... what a slut, eh!

I tell youi dear readers, that Franco was giving our Paul a good fucking,
he had him on his side and then across the bed and pounded fuck out of
Paul's rather tasty bottom, mind you Paul had done a shrewdy, he'd loosened
himself up well on his solo outing. All the same from the look on his face
Paul's face Franco was being a bit too rough for comfort. The end bit was a
bit disgusting, they pulled the black condom off and let the collected
spunk splat and dribble down the small of Paul's back.

It was all over.

'We're going to have a cleanup,' Paul announced grabbing Franco's
wrist. 'Can you look after yourself for an hour?'

'We'll try,' Kenny laughed and looked at Tony and myself. Hell of a cleanup
to take an hour but there was a gentle breeze coming through the window
cooling the room, I'm sure we could make good use of an hour.

As soon as the other pair left the room Tony was on the slightly sweaty
single bed ripping his shirt off. 'Come on Matty, let's give Kenny a show.'

I looked at Kenny and he gave me a toothy grin, from the state of the front
of his khakis he was after a bit more than a show. 'Come, Kenny, join us?'

'My pleasure,' he murmured and fell onto the bed with Tony and myself. That
was it, I think Kenny targeted me and I targeted Tony but at the end of it
there were three of us naked on the tiny bed all sporting king sized
erections, or in Tony's case the slightly smaller edition. As I'd suspected
Kenny was quite hairy, a hairy bum and hairy between the legs but clean on
his chest and not much under his arms. A nice cock too, a six plus
uncircumcised and dribbling well, not something I wanted to waste. I dived
onto the meat and Tony with a giggle went for the two veg.

'Hey, hey,' Kenny protested laughing all the while as I took his quite
thick hardness into my mouth and Tony munched on his hairy scrotum.

'Yummy,' I looked up his belly and smiled as I ducked again and took his
tasty glans into the back of my throat, I ran the tip of my tongue under
the rim of his gleaming knob tasting the tartness of his precum. I jerked
my head as my eyes met Tony's.

'Me?' he squeaked.

'You,' I kept sucking Kenny and manhandled Tony's smooth body up the bed,
he got the idea. He managed to take over the bed and lay on his belly with
his legs apart, Kenny got the idea, this was one offer no red blooded young
man could refuse. He pulled me up the bed and kissed me long and hard and
then knelt between Tony's splayed legs.  I saw his shiny and glistening
knob push at Tony's sweet little pucker and with a jerk he was in my little
friend.

'Aaaah,' Tony wailed and then pushed up onto Kenny's slow movements.

As Kenny started to dig deeper and root into Tony I got behind him, he must
have felt my legs between his but made no objections as I fed my own
precuming stiffy between his hairy cheeks. No virgin this one, a determined
push and I was into his hot flesh and he gave a long sigh as I started to
match my thrustings with is. Poor old Tony, he had two of us on him and he
was getting the full treatment, Kenny was now fucking harder and being
helped on by me ramming into his tight arse. This time Kenny was the meat
in the sandwich.

'I'm getting squashed,' Tony moaned as our combined weights pushed him down
onto the bed, as if one we slipped onto our sides and continued the fuck.

'Jeez, I've never done this before,' Kenny giggled as he plunged and lunged
into Tony's sweet bottom and clamped on my incoming.

'What's that, shag or get shagged?'

'Both at he same time,' he giggled and redoubled his efforts.

I kissed the side of his face and battered my way to a climax in his firm
bottom. For a biggish lad he was as tight as a hamster's fanny and I
understand they're very tight. The hairy bit was something else, Bastian
wasn't hairy at all but Kenny was ..... so different, so sorta erotic if
you know what I mean. In the end Kenny was the first to cum, a series of
grunts a moan and I felt his cheeks clench tightly as he spurted into Tony,
the increased pressure sent me over the top and I offloaded a squelchy mess
up into his bottom. I was drained. At the end of it we both blew Tony and
had the pleasure of being sprayed by his more than healthy milky spunk as
it shot from him and covered both out faces and necks. We finished in a
sticky kissing and licking orgy and lay there naked and totally knackered.

'A sight for sore eyes,' Paul's mocking voice came from the doorway.

'Fuck off,' Kenny grinned up and cuddled myself and Tony at peace with the
world and he clearly wasn't overawed by our local procurer.

'Have a clean up,' Paul looked at Tony and myself. 'I've got business on
this afternoon ......... and by the way, thanks for the effort boys.' It
killed me, the prat was only sixteen coming on seventeen himself and he
talked to us like he was an old man.

'Come on, Matty. We're not wanted,' Tony got up stark naked and stalked off
to the bathroom in high dudgeon, I followed, what else could I do?

In the bathroom Tony was nearly in tears as we shared a shower and a
consoling cuddle. I could see his point, he was very fond of Paul if not in
love and this guy, this boy, was treating him like a bit of furniture.

'Come home with me, baby. We can have a chat to Bastian.'

'He won't want me there cluttering up your little love nest,' he mumbled.

'He likes you, I like you,.' I reassured him. 'A couple of weeks holiday
from Paul won't do you any harm.'

'Do you mean it?' He looked at me his face transformed with a big cheesy
grin.

'Down to Baz, he fancies you anyway.'

'Does he?' Tony grinned. 'He's never said.'

'Didn't want to poach on Paul's boy I suspect.'

'I'm not Paul's, I'm mine,' Tony stated in his fractured grammar. 'Sod
Paul.'

We got tidied up and wandered back into the main room, the other three were
sitting around having a beer apiece.

'I'm taking Tony around to Bastian's for a while,' I spoke to Paul. 'He may
stay a bit, have a bit of a break, maybe a week or so.'

'I can't see Bastian being too happy about that,' Paul looked at me over
the rim of his can, the other two just looked at us, they didn't know what
was going on after all.

'You don't care?' Tony looked at Paul. I just hoped that he didn't disgrace
himself and burst into tears.

'You're a free agent, kid,' Paul looked at Tony. 'But you just don't walk
in and out of here as you like. You know what I'm saying?'

'I know,' Tony turned and looked at me. 'I'll get my gear and we'll go.'

That was it. I felt like a dog but what could I do, Tony was clearly being
pissed on and he was just as clearly in love or maybe just infatuated with
Paul. Whichever way it went he needed a break, they do say absence makes
the heart grow fonder. Time to put the old saying to the test, the next
hurdle was going to be Bastian.

Ten minutes later and we were on our way, Kenny and Franco gave us a brief
wave goodbye and that was it, Paul supped his beer and ignored us ... fuck
him too.

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It was probably around two in the afternoon when I heard the bell, probably
Matty I suspected. Sure enough it was, the rather unpleasant surprise was
that he had Tony in tow and the kid looked upset, he'd clearly been crying
more to the point he was humping a packed holdall.

'Come in boys,' I let them in. 'I'll have to get you a key cut,' I spoke to
Matty as they squeezed by me, I gave him one of those 'what's going on'
looks but he just raised his eyebrows to heaven, something was clearly
rotten in the state of Denmark or was it Sussex.

'Hey,' Matty's eyes lit up when he saw the paperwork on the
floor. 'Plotting and planning?'

'Yeah, I had Jim Burns my builder mate around, we've been having a chat.' I
looked at him and frowned, what the fuck was Tony doing here. The boy
himelf had perched on an arnchair and was doing an impersonation of a
church mouse.

'What about the new people?'

'Yeah, they arrived OK and I've got you a job already.'

'Great.' He sounded less than enthusiastic.

'They're going to the theatre tonight and want their lad babysitting,
apparently he hates theatre, prefers pop shite.'

'Oh brilliant,' Matty exclaimed. 'Bird dogging a schooly.'

'He's fourteen and they don't want him on his own for the first night, so I
said my kid brother would look after him. I didn't realise you were having
a sleepover with the fuckin' Sugar Plum Fairy.'

'Now, now,' Matty held up his hands. 'Tony's got a problem and we can keep
this other kid amused .....'

'Justin's his and he's a rather camp fourteen year old.'

'OK, OK. We can keep Justin amused, we can have a kick about in the back
garden or something. I gotta tell you about Tony.'

'Talk,' I flopped in an armchair hoping it was good. When you take on a
young lover you don't expect him to start trucking in his little chums
three days later, especially his little fuck boys.

'It's my fault,' Tony burst out. 'Paul's treating me like a bit of crap and
I just asked Matty if I could stay here for a couple of days.'

'Couple of weeks,' Matty corrected.

I tried to look stern and unhappy, Jesus, what an actor I'd make.  Mind you
things were working out well, I'd just about committed with the builder to
start work in a couple of days, a helping hand wouldn't go amiss and if
Tony could keep Matty happy and away from the porno rat race so much the
better. The fact was I'd always fancied Tony and now seemed as good a time
as any to get inside his drawers.

'I'm sorry,' Tony sniffled and started to blub. God, I hate boys who cry.

'Now look what you've done,' Matty snapped and leapt over to comfort the
wimp.

Great. My place, my lover boy and I was on the defensive. Little Tony's
arse was grass.

'Make some coffee, Tony,' I looked at the kid and gave a grudging
grin. 'May as well be useful if you're staying a bit.'

He rubbed his eyes and gave me an uncertain smile. 'Thanks Bastian, I owe
you.'

'You do,' I agreed giving his crotch a laser look, I'm surprised his nuts
didn't burst into flames.

'Dirty prat,' Matty sneered as Tony rushed for the kitchen, then he
grinned. 'Cheers, Baz. You're a gentleman.'

'You and the rugrat won't be saying that at bedtime.'

'Hopefully,' he laughed and jumped out of the chair and flopped into my lap
crushing the family jewels in the process. 'You and I,' he kissed me on the
lips.

'You and I,' I agreed. 'We can adopt Tony, I've always wanted a glove
puppet stuck on the end of my dick.'

'Such a perv,' Matty laughed and kissed me again, we were still kissing and
cuddling when Tony arrived with the coffee. Excellent, now I had a chef, a
waiter, two teeny lovers and no money ..... happy days!



					THE END
					for now


A bit short this one but it seemed a good time to break ..... stay tuned.

If you liked this why not try BRIGHTON INTERLUDE, the prequel at Nifty/High
School (23 Jun 04).

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