Date: Sun, 19 Dec 2004 23:02:22 EST
From: GCutter66@aol.com
Subject: Terry

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

For followers of 'Brighton Encounter' - this is a one off and takes place
around a year after Baz and Matty get together, so for fans it's in the
future.

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



TERRY

by

G. Cutter



Hi guys, you know me. My name's Bastian and I live in Brighton with my
boyfriend Matty and we have a live in guest Tony who is the campest slut
this side of the Orinocco Valley (dunno where that came from).

Anyway, here I was sitting in the cafeteria section of the Watford Gap
services on the M1. I'd been to Manchester trying to raise money for my
second bed and breakfast hotel and struck gold. A friend had recommended me
to a young man who was the son of one of the real fat cats of the hotel
world, his name was Peter Campion, the son that was. It seems that this kid
was keen to make his own mark in the same line as his dad and was trying to
develop his own portfolio of properties. I wasn't too keen on being managed
as it were and made that plain and in the end we'd bargained and bartered
and arrived at a compromise agreement. He'd put up the money as a long term
loan and retained a twenty percent right on the building and business but
I'd retain the eighty percent and operational control. I wasn't very happy
but it was the best I was going to get and at least I'd have no crippling
bank loans to worry about. I'd probably deed fourty percent to Matty anyway
so we'd have him out voted if any unpleasantness came up.

He was very easy to talk to and I suspect he was gay although he wasn't
giving anything away. He was living or staying at one of the flashier
Manchester hotels and he seemed to have a permanent bellboy hovering at his
shoulder, who looked a right slut. I caught them glancing at each other now
and then and was pretty sure they were at it but good luck to them, it
wasn't my concern. I'd got my deal and now Matty and myself could put our
master plan into action.

I'd known Matty over a year now, he had gone seventeen and he looked after
the food side of my bed and breakfast, in fact, he was the one who'd talked
me into moving from a long term lodgings to the shorter term week stays and
whatnot. It moved the emphasis from tenants and the problems they create to
short stay people, the problem is you have to make a lot of money 'in
season' to keep you going over the winter. The second house and setup would
solve that problem but give us a lot more work. We'd need to take on staff
which shouldn't be too hard in Brighton but as always it was a matter of
getting the right people.

I had all this going around in my mind and was also eyeballing the scenery
as is my wont. Not too much to look at, a few lorry drivers, a family or
two and some isolated stragglers probably hitching lifts south, if they
were going north they must be out of their collective heads (now there
speaks a Southener). A kid about sixteen or seventeen caught my eye sitting
by himself and looking totally miserable as well he might, traffic was
sparse being a Saturday night and it was pouring down outside. If he was
hitching he'd need to get lucky or stay the night, it was nine o'clock
already and I'd be lucky to get home much before two or three in the
morning. God, I just wanted to snuggle upto my Matty and have a good sleep
or maybe sex first.

Surprise, surprise. I concentrated on my lukewarm coffee as I'd seen the
boy stand and he was moving towards my table, I didn't want to seem like I
was cruising or anything like that.

'Er. Excuse me!'

'Yeah,' I looked up taking a sip of my coffee.

'I wondered if you're heading south or going up country ..... I'm after a
lift south.' At least he'd giving me an out. I could say I was on my way to
Scotland, well I couldn't really, I was on the southbound side of the
motorway and that was that, I was in the frame.

'I'm heading for Brighton,' I offered sticking my neck out somewhat but he
wasn't a bad looking lad, someone to talk to at least.

'That's on the coast,' he looked at me and gave me a little lopsided grin.'

'So it is.' I tried not to be sarcastic or at least not sound it.

'You couldn't give me lift could you. Brighton would do me fine.' He stood
there like a spare prick at a wedding and I must admit I felt sorry for
him. It seemed he'd hit lucky, I wondered if I'd given Plymouth as my
destination he would have given the same answer. I rather fancied that he
was a runaway or maybe just running.

'Why not.' I looked at him and slid a two pound coin out of my pocket. 'You
can get me a coffee and something for yourself unless you want to start
running ahead.'

He looked down at me for a moment and then grinned. 'Not really,' he
grabbed the coin and ambled over to the servery. You couldn't possibly tell
what shape he was in, his baggies looked damp and he had one of those old
army style anoraks on. To be perfectly honest he looked a bit like an
untidy kitbag but I suppose there had to be a boy or youth inside there
somewhere.

He wasn't a bad looking kid, dark scruffy hair and he looked like he might
even be shaving. Not exactly an oil painting but not a dog either, sorta
middle of the road as you might say.

He returned and gave me my coffee and then sat down opposite studiously not
looking at me.

'A name would help if I have to taxi you for the next couple of hours,' I
smiled encouragingly at him.

'Terry,' he looked at me and toasted me with his mug. 'Cheers for this.'

'No probs, Terry. I'm Bastian, some call me Baz.'

'Hi Baz,' he raised his mug again. 'Thanks for the lift.'

'So, what draws you to Brighton.'

'Supposed to be work down there at this time of the year, I hear.'

Yeah, yeah, yeah. I'd heard it all before. Considering a few moments back
he didn't know where he was going he was good at ad libbing.

'Not too much at the moment, the season's just about over.' I looked at
him. 'You have somewhere to stay?' The thousand pound question that one.

'Not really.'

'That means no,' I laughed.

'Yeah,' he admitted. 'Something'll turn up.'

'What sort of work do you do?' Small chance and no chance with this one, I
would have thought he was barely out of school but I had to show an
interest. You know, I'm the sort of guy who's always on the hunt and I
still had the habit although I was happily married to the best boy in the
world, or at least I thought so.

'I'm a trainee chef, or at least I was.'

'Well, well,' I looked him and laughed.

'What's up?' He scowled at me, he probably thought I was making fun of him.

'I'm in the market for a chef.'

'You're joking.

'I jest not,' I grinned at him. My bo......... partner is a chef and he
looks after one of my hotels, we're starting up a second one in a month or
so.'

I don't know if he caught the slip where I nearly called my Matty a
boyfriend or not but he just looked at me with his mouth open. 'I'm a
trainee chef not a qualified chef.'

'Well, my guy who looks after my original place was only a trainee,' I
suddenly realised what he was thinking. 'When I said hotel I meant bed and
breakfast. The need is to prepare breakfast for around a dozen guests,
assuming all were married with two kids you'd be at a max of twelve tables,
top whack of fourty eight. Of course, you'd have an assistant, servers and
a kitchen porter.'

'How do you know I'm any good?'

'I don't,' I smiled at him and studied him a little more closely. He grew
on you a bit, I thought he was getting nicer by the minute but I had been
known to get carried away with a bit of boy meat. 'Anyway, I didn't offer
you a job, it was just a thought. You'd have to fit in.'

'What does that mean?' He looked at me with a slight frown.

'Well, it's a live in job so you'd have your own room, Matty, my chef would
train you up but it's seven mornings a week it's a bit of a tie, you just
can't call in with a sick note every five minutes. Rolling up for work an
hour late just isn't an option.'

'When are you doing interviews?' He gave me a broad grin, his first one in
fact.

'Tomorrow.'

'If you give me an address I'd like to apply. I need the work and I need
the room.'

'You can stay when we get there, we won't hit town until around two or
three you can't wander about Brighton all night.'

'I can look after myself.'

'Not if the police pick you up as a vagrant.'

'I'm not a vagrant,' he excaimed indignantly.

'How much money do you have on you. Honestly.'

'A couple of quid.'

'Then you're a vagrant. If you haven't got the price of a room on you
that's what they class you as.' I looked at him. 'You'd better crash out
with us, we can find a sofa and a blanket.' I was going to suggest he slept
in with Tony who was still with us but that might be just a little bit over
the top.

'OK, OK,' he held his hand up is a gesture of surrender. 'If you can put me
up for the night I'd appreciate it and I'll keep my fingers crossed on the
interview.'

'Keep your legs crossed with Matty,' I laughed. That one earned me what the
used to call an old fashioned look but I survived.

'Is he ..... er?'

'He's seventeen coming on eighteen and easy to get on with,' I avoided the
unasked question. 'Anyway, he's my partner.'  I didn't specify business or
otherwise. He seemed a pretty smart kid, he'd work it out for himself in
due course.

'OK, then,' he sipped his tea and watched me over the rim of the cup. I
would have thought by now he'd be having thoughts and may even be hedging
his bets already but he wanted a lift south and I was it. He seemed the
ideal sort of kid to come into our little mafia but it was early days. He
might draw the correct conclusions about Matty and Tony, not to mention
myself and head for the hills as soon as we hit town, mind you they would
both be in bed by the time we arrived.

'Gotta phone home,' I fished my mobile from my pocket and hit the button
for Matty.

'Just like E.T.' the kid murmured. What a wit?

Lover boi answered and sounded tired. He'd probably been dozing in front of
the television as usual. I told him that I had a deal fixed and that I'd
fill him in the next day. I also told him that I had a trainee chef in tow
but that we wouldn't be in town until around two or three in the morning.

'Do you want us to wait up,' he moaned. 'Who's this kid anyway?' He'd just
realised what I'd said.

'His name's Terry and I need you to interview him and see if he's kosher
and he can handle the job.' I noticed Terry glaring at me as if I was
betraying him. 'And no, Don't wait up I'll kip Terry down on the sofa, he
can share with Tony later until we get a room fixed up.'

'That should be a laugh,' Matty giggled.

'True,' I looked at Terry and wondered. I couldn't afford to have someone
in the place who was to prim and proper or even homophobic so the next
twenty four hours would be crucial. Matty and myself did need a second chef
and that was far more important than a willing playmate, this was what had
to be in the forefront of our interviewing so things needed to be handled
with kid gloves.

'See you in the morning,' Matty sighed. 'I've only got twelve for
breakfast, we've got a room empty.

'End of season,' I looked at Terry. 'See you in the morning, mate,' I spoke
to Matty and clicked the phone off as it was about time we made a move. I
had the option of driving right across London or taking the M25 orbital and
neither was getting me too excited. At least had the comfort of the car
now, I'd sold my old van to Jimmy who was still modelling and keeping close
company with our Tony. Yeah, the raver from hell was settling down just a
little bit, Jimmy must be good for him.

'You ready, Terry?'

'When you are.'

'Well if you need the toilet, now's the time. We've got a long drive.'

'Yeah, I'll have a quick pee. See you back here?' He looked as if he
thought I might drive off and leave him.

'Don't worry,' I grinned. 'I'll lurk at the newspaper shop.'

It was funny. He came out of the toilets looking like he was carrying all
the worries in the world on his skinny shoulders and his look of relief was
a sight to see.'

'I wouldn't run off and leave you, Terry,' I reassured him as he beamed at
me. I had a fan, I wondered if he wanted a blow but decided that this was
neither the time or place. I wanted a worker not a boy's cock to suck
................ well, I dunno, maybe a bit of both.

The rain had eased off a bit and in an hour we were on the orbital, I'd
decided not to cross London at that time of night although the M25 was like
a war zone. Why do these fucking great artics drive so bloody fast? Terry
was OK, he snoozed as soon as he got into the warmth, great company.

It must have been around one o'clcock in the morning that we passed
Heathrown and picked up the A3 at long last, at least that would put us
Portsmouth way and then on it was just a short hop to Brighton. I was ready
for bed and I suspected that Terry was going to have a broken neck the way
he was laying in his seat. Still that was his problem, if I'd have been a
proper Christian I would have told him to zonk out in the back but charity
only goes so far. We finally came to the end of our drive just after two in
the morning. Brighton was deserted as I tooled down past the station and
onto the front. I liked Brighton at night, in the season it would normally
be quite busy but at this time of year a few stragglers were the only
people to be seen. Probably clubbers and the odd rent boy looking to make a
few quid or find a night's lodging.

'Wakey, wakey, Terry. We're home.' He snuffled and blearily looked out at
the deserted sea front. He had woken up a couple of times during the trip
but I'd just told him to rest up, once Matty and Tony got to work he'd need
all the strength he had dodging their advances. I knew them both well
enough by now and neither could pass up a seventeen year old without at
least trying. I was a bit more organised, I'd let them do the hard work .

'We there?' He sat up in his seat and yes I had noticed that he had no
baggage, all he had was what he stood up in. No doubt there was a story to
come but that could wait, he needed a bed just as much as I did.

'Five minutes,' I informed him as we turned into the end of the street and
drove up the hill to home and a more than welcome bed.

I was a little surprised to see a light shining through the skylight on the
basement door, someone was up and I was pretty sure it wasn't Tony, that
left Matty. As it happened the welcome party was in bed, someone had left
the hall light on, so much for the sensible economies and saving the planet
that I was always lecturing them about.

'Ssssh,' I cautioned Terry as we went in, I didn't want to disturb the
boys. I wasn't really fussed about Tony but Matty had to be up early for
the breakfasts. With a bit of luck and the willingness of our new recruit
Matty may be able to work a routine or at least until the other place
opened up. After that I'd have to find a third chef and work some sort of a
roster, you can't work seven days a week for evermore no matter what the
incentives or pay. All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy or so they
used to say, I didn't want my Matty turning into a dullard which could
happen quite easily if things weren't watched.

'How do you feel,' I asked Terry as I guided him into the kitchen and put
the kettle on. I was going to have a cup of coffee, bed him down and that
would be it until the morning.

'Quite lively,' he grinned.

Great. That's all I bloody well needed a hyperactive teenager in the middle
of the night. I felt like an old man, I was blitzed mind you I'd been night
driving and that does my eyes up. Tired eyes, tired brain and tired body
..... I was shattered.

'Hello.'

Jesus, I needed this like a hole in the head. Tony had put his head around
the door and needless to say he was clad only in his boxers, reasonable
enough I suppose, it was the middle of the night.

'Hi, Tony. Come in and shut the door, I don't want Matty woken up.'

'Orrite, orrite,' he came in and shut the door quietly. He nodded his head
as I silently pointed at the coffee makings. 'Meet Terry he's stopping
overnight and maybe working for us in the future.'

They both nodded at each other silently, I love teenagers, they're so couth
... not.

I think Terry was a bit uncomfortable with a half naked boy lurking but
that was another thing he'd have to get used to, both Matty and Tony tended
to walk around casually, very casually indeed, at times it was like a
nudist colony.

'Alone tonight?' I asked Tony, hopefully Terry wouldn't pick up on it but
he was too busy carrying out an inventory of the kitchen. He was probably
wondering how the hell we did twelve breakfasts in our tiny kitchen, we
didn't, we had the main kitchen up on the ground floor.

Tony just nodded and looked at Terry and then at me, a slow grin slipped
over his urchin's face. I could read that dirty little sod like a book.

'You can bunk in with Tony,' I told Terry. Hopefully using the word bunk
would give him completely the wrong impression, by the time he got in there
and found out it was a double bed it would be too late. Anyway, what's
wrong with a couple of boys sharing a bed it isn't the end of the world.

'Well if Tony doesn't mind,' Terry looked uncomfortable, perhaps things
were moving to fast for him. At least Tony looked youthful enough not to be
threatening in any way, of course, Terry didn't know of Tony's hidden
talents. He was our local Corrupter in Chief.

'I don't mind,' Tony smiled. 'It's no fun being at a loose end in a strange
town.' I fancied that was about as sensible as Tony would get, it would go
downhill from there. If I heard a load of screaming and shouting in an hour
or so I was going to lock myself and Matty in our bedroom and let them get
on with it.

'Yeah, where are you from, Terry?'

'Manchester.'

I should have recognised the accent, the same as the bellboy who was
hanging around with my new business partner.

'Weird,' I smiled as I sorted out three mugs of coffee. 'That's where I
came from just before I picked you up.' Tony's ears were waggling like a
radio antenna in the breeze but we could fill him in later in the day. The
priority was to get everyone bedded down and sort things out later on. Tony
wasn't usually an early riser although he normally went upstairs and helped
the boy we employed to clean up after breakfast and do the hoovering. I
don't know if it was his way of helping to pay his rent or if he was after
the kid, if he was he wasn't getting very far.

'I'm shagged,' Terry yawned.

Tony nearly sprayed us with coffee as he tried to convert a laugh into a
cough. I patted him on his bare back, I thought it was funny as well, Terry
just didn't know this household and he certainly didn't know our Tony. Not
yet he didn't.

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

Hi there; Tony taking over the story. If you've come across us before on
Nifty you'll know we do our yarns from the hero's perspective. So Bastian
has had his moment of glory and now it's down to me.

I was a bit surprised to see the Boss had brought someone back with him but
he'd scored again. This kid looked like he needed a good wash but if he was
a runner he might have been roughing it for a day or so. The good thing
about kids who came down from the North and Midlands seeking the pavements
made of gold was that they soon gave up and hopped into the nearest bed
that had a mealticket attached. I was calling this one. Terry was a kid
although I reckon he was older than I was, probably around the same as
Matty and that's seventeen, I'd just hit sixteen. A long way down the road
from when I'd first got shacked up with Paul. Anyway, back to Terry. He'd
finally gotten rid of his simply God awful anorak which had seen better
days and he sat there in one of those hooded sweatshirts, I fancy he needed
a good bath and he could certainly swipe a razor across his upper lip
unless he fancied himself with a slim Jim moustache.

I could see that Bastian was pretty keen to get to bed and doubtless cuddle
up with his boyfriend, I just wanted to get back to bed and see what Terry
turned out like, mind you, the state of him he'd probably go out like a
light. No matter, I don't normally bonk on my first date, not much I don't.

'So you OK, Terry?' Bastian rinsed his mug in the sink. 'You happy with
Tony looking after you for the night. We can talk about work and meet up
with Matty in the morning.'

'Whatever you say,' Terry gave an uncertain smile and looked at me. 'Thanks
for tonight.'

'No probs,' Bastian seemed relieved that he'd got rid of the youth. A final
goodnight and he was on his way leaving Terry and myself standing awkwardly
in the kitchen.

'Bed, baby?' I gave Terry my undivided atention.

'Bed, yeah,' Terry grinned. 'Dunno about the baby bit.'

Banzai. At least he wasn't a complete dummy.

'I'll show you the bathroom and where we sleep.' I rinsed our two mugs,
Bastian's a bit of a granny on the cleanliness front. I told Terry to leave
his smelly anorak where it was and escorted him to the Chamber of Secret
Desires (that's my bedroom to you lot).

He seemed a bit taken aback by the double bed but didn't comment, I think
he was probably more interested in sleep.

'What time do you normally get up?'

'About eight thirty, I usually have a cuppa and go up and give Matty a
hand, you can sleep in if you like.'

'No,' he smiled slightly. 'I'll tail you until I know what's what and who's
who.'

'Right.' Curious choice of phrase, he could tail me any time he liked. I
wondered if it meant something different up in Manchester.

I dimmed the lights down as he was clearly nervous about getting his
clothing off, he'd perched on the bed and was busy unlacing a huge pair of
CAT working boots. I slipped my boxers off and slung them across the room
making sure he knew I slept naked, the reaction should be interesting. The
prat didn't bat an eyelid. He peeled what seemed about three or four layers
of t-shirts off and stood looking at me in the bed.

'Cold were you,' I grinned up at him trying to look sexy which would be a
bit of a waste if he was a homophobe nutter.

'It was on that motorway,' he smiled slightly and unclipped the waistband
of his jeans turning his back on me. He dropped them and I had time to see
he had a nicely rounded bum contained in a pair of rather grubby y-fronts
before he managed to get in the bed backwards cheating me out of a view of
his package. Crafty bastard.

'You fit?' I turned to face him as he lay on his back.

'For what?' He grinned up at the ceiling.

'Sleep.'

'Oh, right. Goodnight,' he said as he closed his eyes and I turned out the
light. He immediately turned to face me, perhaps mummy had told him not to
turn his back on strange boys. I knew the silence wouldn't last, it never
does.

'Do Bastian and Matty share a room as well?' He spoke quietly and I could
see in the near dark that his eyes were open.

'Of course, they're partners.'

'Oh.'

'What as in sorta partner partners?'

'Yeah,' A great conversation you will admit but don't forget it had gone
two in the bloody morning.

'Different horses for different courses,' he chuckled. 'It's a bit chilly
in here,' he gave a dramatic shiver.

'The sea air,' I informed him. 'You probably don't get too much up in
Manchester.'

'Right on comedian' I saw his teeth gleam. 'It is bit nippy though.'

'Cuddle up if you're that cold.' Talk about throwing out a challenge. I
turned my back on him, he knew that I was naked, what would he do? One
thing he didn't do and that was to disappoint me, he was on me like a
limpet. I felt one arm across my waist and then the touch of his warm body
as he smuggled in tightly. I could also feel his warm groin pressed up
against my bottom. Chilly? The new boy was warm enough he just wanted a
cuddle.

I pushed back against his groin without being too obvious and was rewarded
by what I felt was a slight hardening against my bum, perhaps he was up for
it after all.

'Comfy?' I asked.

'Yeah, nice,' he whispered and then jackpot. He softly kissed the side of
my neck and I felt him give a little pelvic thrust. 'Very nice,' he
repeated and his hand slipped onto my belly. A little lower and he'd find
out what I was really made of. 'I've got the urge to get my briefs off,' he
whispered and then kissed me again.

'You talk too much,' I wriggled my bum up against his now obvious hardon,
he was ripe and it felt a nice size at least for a skinny kid like him.

'Action instead of words, eh?'

'Whatever.' I felt him move away a little and then I could feel him jiggle
around getting rid of his underwear and then he was back up against me and
this time there was no doubt about it. He was as hard as a rock. 'Mmmmm,
nice,' I snuggled back against him and I felt his thick erection slip
between my legs. Needless to say I clamped on it enjoying the feel of hot
cock between my thighs.

'Slut,' he giggled and moved slowly to and fro.

'Takes two to tango, mate,' I guided his hand down and he encircled my
hardness without any trouble at all.

'I wasn't thinking about doing a tango,' he giggled and this time kissed me
on the side of the face, I craned my head around and this time my lips met
his. His dick was getting harder and harder and I felt the slick of his
cum, he was leaking, this boy was very seriously up for it.

'Do me, Terry,' I moaned. I despise myself everytime I get into this but I
can't help it. A decent youth with a decent dick and I was lost, at a pinch
a boy would do, I was just a pery young bottom, I couldn't get enough.

'Have you got any starters?' He muttered.

Must be Manchester speak for lubrication.

'You don't need it, you're making your own,' I giggled and pushed back onto
his gentle thrusts.

'Yeah,' he agreed and I felt myself being rolled over onto my tummy and
then his legs between mine spreading them and opening me up for his next
move. He was good, I'll give him that. I felt his slippery glans glide
between my cheeks, he must have applied some saliva but it was no
problem. He located my pucker and I heard him sigh with pleasure as he
pushed once and then again, on the second go I felt my sphincter part and
his hot erection began to fill me.

'Yeah .....' I pushed up onto him and he started to kiss the back of my
neck and shoulders as he slowly and quite gently worked his way inside me,
his thick cock spreading and stretching me as it's mass began to fill my
ever eager tunnel.

'So nice,' he muttered and forced my legs apart even further forcing my
butt up onto his slow thrusts.

'From the front next time, Tel.'

'I've never done it that way.' He was moving nicely now, not too slow and
not too fast and I could feel the brush of his crisp pubics on my soft bum.

'Call it a learning curve then,' I giggled and pushed up hard onto his next
downstroke. It was in me. I could feel the hot mass in my belly as his
chest pressed against my back. Two boys joined as one, very poetic and very
nice ..... just about as nice as it gets. He was fucking easy if you know
what I mean, none of this grunt and shove just an effortless glide in and
out and he was beginning to go faster. Now the hot kisses on the back of my
neck and now the familiar feel of his meat getting harder and seemingly
getting larger.

None of the usual warnings with Terry, he just slid into the hilt and
stayed in, I felt him sigh as his penis jerked within me and I felt his hot
spurts and slippery spunk blast into my arse. Yeah, it was a good one, I
wrriggled and reached back to grab his hips as he remained dug in and moved
slightly until the spurting and jerking stopped.

'You needed that,' I remarked conversationally.

'Did you cum in the passion and heat of the moment,' he whispered and
licked my ear.

'No.'

'I didn't think so,' he giggled and slid free. I say his eyes and teeth
gleam again as he flipped me over and then his warm wetness on my aching
cock as he dropped his head and took me in one fell swoop (whatever that
means). He grasped my erection by it's base and tongue bathed me and began
to suck slowly moving his lips up and down my hard shaft. His tongue
circled the rim of my glans and he did what I would call a very
professional blow job. I dunno where he's got his experience from but it
would all come out in the fullness of time, it always does.

'Mmmmmfph,' he took me deep into the back of his throat as I played with
his ears and his sticky up hair. I gently prodded upwards into his suction
feeling the sap rising. Suddenly it blew. Good boy, Terry. He took it all,
choking and gobbling and swallowing until he'd sucked me dry, he then slid
up the bed and cuddled me giving me the odd butterfly kisses.

'Come on.'  Sod the soppy kisses. I grabbed his neck and forced my lips
onto his and the next minute our tongues were slipping together exploring
each other's teeth and gums. I was in heaven. I'd been drifting away from
Jimmy recently, our romance for what it was worth had run it's course and
along had come Terry ..... serendipity or what?

'Sleep pumpkin,' he gave me a final kiss and cuddled me as I lay my head
just under his jaw.

Pumkin, moi?

'Big day tomorrow, Terry.'

'Think I'll get the job?'

'You've got my reference.'

'Good.' We turned inwards to face each other and drifted off to sleep in a
close cuddle with our deflated for now dickies pressed against each
other. Somewhere along the way I felt him turn and I snuggled up against
his back with my groin pressed up against his soft bum. We'd see what
tomorrow had to offer.

I surfaced quite early, I could hear noise above my head. I suppose that
was one disadvantage about sleeping directly below the main kitchen, you
got an early morning alarm call whether you liked it or not. It took me a
few seconds to realise that I wasn't alone in the bed and then a few more
to come out of my dream world to remember that I had a guest in the
bed. The guest was called Terry and he was good sex. Talk about getting
your priorities right. His breathing was shallow but regular, he was still
well into the Land of Nod.  He was laying on his back and I propped myself
up on one elbow to have a better look at his face, let's face it, it was
all a bit hurried last night. He was cute in a scruffy sort of way, his
hair looked like it had been cut with a chainsaw but it didn't look out of
place. I seemed to recall someone said he was seventeen last night but
maybe I imagined it, he didn't look a day over sixteen. The other thing I
remember was that he had a man sized dick and that's the sort of statistic
I like. He wasn't handsome and he wasn't ugly, plain is the word that
springs to mind but there was something about him that struck a chord. I
could get to like him ..... a lot. I needed to be careful, it was easy
falling in love with someone because of good sex but sex isn't everything
and I had a track record of failed relationships to prove it. Still, if you
don't try you can't win.

I kissed him lightly on the nose and got a complete lack or response, he
slept on. I kissed him on his dry lips and the same lack of response. Fuck
it ..... go for the jackpot. I slid my head under the bedding and kissed
his little sticky up titty and then traced my lips down his gently rounded
belly. I could see his uncircumcised penis limp and lifeless stuck to his
lower belly. I could smell the scent of dried cum and softly rubbed the
side of my face against his smooth skin. He smelt funky, he needed a bloody
good bath but I was past caring now, I could feel myself stiffen as I
risked a kiss and then a little lick of his soft sex.

'Mmmmm,' he moaned and adjusted himself in the bed but clearly didn't
awaken.

I took a big wet cowlick down the reduced length of his pemnis and was
rewarded by a twitch and I swear it thickened. Encouraged by this I licked
it again and softly moved a finger on the wet foreskin. Yeah. Bullseye. His
meat was stiffening and I could see the tip of his glans slowly push
through his foreskin as I slowly wanked him lightly with one finger against
his wet skin. I managed to work one finger under it parting his budding
stiffness from his tacky belly and raised it just a little. I couldn't
resist it, I licked the glans which was now sticking out clear of his
foreskin and then slid my wet lips over his succulent meat, I tasted the
tang of spilt cum and then sucked and started to move my mouth up and down
as it assumed it's full and solid form.

'Aaaaah,' he gave a long groan and I felt his hands lightly brush across my
shoulders and then rest on my head. He gently ruffled my hair and
sighed. 'I'm not dreaming am I?'

'Of course,' I mumbled and resumed my sucking. Tell ya, that boy was pretty
big, I had a good mouthful and I could feel my lips stretching to get the
mass in my mouth, no wonder it felt so good inside me. It was bigger than
Jimmy's and bigger than Matty for that matter. Not bad for a skinny
runt. Mind you he had a nice solid bottom which I suppose stopped him
toppling over, gave him some sort of balance.

'I'm gonna cum in a minute,' he spoke softly.' And then you're going to
roll me over and do me.'

'Am I?,' I felt myself squeak. 'As in sex?'

'As in sex,' he agreed. 'And then I need a bloody good bath.'

'You can say that again,' I grinned under the bedclothes and took him in my
mouth once more, he did smell a bit stale but it wasn't overpowering and
after all, if he'd been on the road for a day or so what do you expect. The
fact that he knew he needed a bath and also that he wanted one proved that
he wasn't a complete grot. Anyway, I wanted him to pop so I could sample
that plump little bottom of his before Bastian or Matty started rocking the
boat. Actually I'd seen the clock before going to diving stations and it
was only just gone seven, that left me another hour plus in bed and time
for a joint bath before going upstairs.

My normal routine was to go up around nine and breakfast with Matty or on
anything that was left over by the guests and then help Matty and the kid
Jason clean up. After that I usually helped Jason get the rooms tidied up
and ready for any incoming guests. I was in hot pursuit of Jason but he was
only fourteen and I was under a death threat from Bastian not to upset him.

'Aaah, I'm cuming,' he groaned.  I was brought back to reality. How do you
daydream with a mouthful of hot cock?

Jeez. He did cum as well, the slippery mass in my mouth exploded. I felt
the gush of thick creamy spunk deep in my throat and as I choked and
swallowed a second and a third spurt which filled my mouth and had me
gobbling away like a turkey. He even managed a final little squirt which
spilt across my lips and cheek. Done and dusted as they say, he grabbed me
and pulled me up the bed kissing and licking his own cum off my sticky
face.

'That was good, wicked in fact,' he grinned at me and cuddled me
fiercely. 'What time will we be hassled?'

'Nobody will hassle you here,' I assured him. 'Bastain usually knocks me up
around nine.'

'Does he really,' he laughed. 'Knocks you up.'

'Not that way, you tart,' I grinned at him. 'Well maybe if I'm on my own
and he's in the mood.'

'I rather got the idea that this Matty was his partner, or lover, or
whatever.'

'Dead right but we're into a bit of free love as well.'

'Bloody 'ell,' he looked at me and kissed me again. 'I'd better get that
job.'

'You will,' I smiled and closed my eyes as he started to lick my face
again. He seemed to like the taste of his own cum. 'Assume the position,
big boy,' I gave him a little push.

'Take it easy, Rambo, He rolled onto his side and then on his belly. 'I'm
only doing this because I fancy you, you know.'

'Seems a good reason,' I stroked his smooth butt lightly and then drifted
my lips across the solid warm mounds of flesh and muscle.

'No, I mean it,' he spoke over his shoulder. My heart did one of those
little girly flutters (Matty told me to put that bit in). I just rested my
cheek on his cheek in a manner of speaking and mouthed at the ultra smooth
skin. Was he talking a load of cock or did he really feel something for me,
something a little more than a one night stand.

'I like you too,' I spoke softly, I think I was afraid he'd take the
mickey. 'Something about you.'

'My dick?' He suggested.

'Big head,' I laughed and got between his legs. I wondered where he'd got
his experience from because as sure as I'm a poof, he was a well handled
boy, still, who was I to talk? I wasn't going to ask, I didn't want to
know. If he decided to tell me he'd do so in his own sweet time.

'Stop if I tell you,' he muttered. 'I haven't done this for a bit.'

Fuck it, it's crash bang. wallop with me, Tony the Superdick.'

'Superzit,' he giggled. 'Take your time, lover.'

Christ, he'd called me lover. Nobody and I mean nobody had ever called me
that before. They'd called me lots of other things but never lover.

'OK, lover.' I liked the sound of the word. I retrieved my KY from under
the pillow and annointed my already leaking dick, I also smeared some
between his cheeks and just a smidgeon inside his pucker, he groaned and
clamped on my finger as I worked it to and fro. He was ready.

'Here I come, Tel.'

'Nice,' he snuggled his face into the pillow as I slid my ragingly hard
erection between his tight cheeks and placed it at his pre-oiled
entrance. 'Aaaah,' he gave a moan that was more a self satisfied sigh as I
broached him, my glans entered his tight heat and I grinned like an idiot
as I felt his muscle camp on my hardness.

'Jeez,' I croaked. Dunno where he'd been or what he'd done but he gave no
sign of being second hand, he was as tight as a schoolboy virgin, I was in
my own little heaven yet again.

'Yeah, nice one, Tone,' he pushed up steadily as I rumped him sinking
deeper and deeper into his delicious heat. At last I felt my belly pressing
against his rounded buns and lay still. 'Yeah, I can live with that,' he
craned his head around and I gave him a sloppy kiss. 'Fuck me, Tony.'

I did just that. He was good, I was good, all in all we were a pretty
goodly pair. I fucked into his soft sweetness and he shoved back up onto me
as if wanting more but nine inches was my lot. Well more like five and a
bit but sod the modesty, this does go to Nifty after all.

'Yeah, go on. Harder.' He pushed up until his sweet bottom was raised off
the bed and I began to slam deep and hard as I felt that best of all heats
arising in my nuts. This was going to be the Mother of all Cums as Sadam
was wont to say. This one was going to get Noah running for his ark.

'Yesssssss.' I smashed in for the last time and let rip. I really don't
know how many times I spurted but it was glorious. I spunked and splattered
my all into his tightly clenched bottom and when it was over we lay in a
sweaty cum stained mess my wilting penis still sheathed deeply in his
flesh.

'You cum like a camel,' he croaked and wriggled on my softness.

'You'd know all about that then.'

'Piss off,' he laughed and clamping fiercely expelled me with an audible
plop.

'Yeuch,' I slipped my worn out dicky now back to it's normal size free of
him and as he rolled in cuddled his sweat stained body. I was really, truly
deeply in love ..... and all this after a one night stand. Amazing or what?

I think we dozed off and the next bit of excitement was a gentle tap on the
door.

We split in the bed and lay either side with about a foot between us like a
pair of virgins.

Matty came in, he had his kitchen jacket on and the blue and white check
trousers he affects (look the part he always says). He stood for a moment
with the tea or coffee tray in his hands and burst out laughing, he laughed
so loud he had trouble keeping hold of the bloody thing.

'Whassup?' I glared at him.

He put the tray on the cupboard thingy on my side of the bed and sat down
which more or less me move back into the centre with Terry. 'You look a
right mess, you two,' he grinned. 'Hi, Terry. Nice to meet you, I'm Matty.'

'Pleased to meetcha,' Terry mumbled.

Matty shook his head as if in disbelieve and stood up. 'I'm not even going
to ask,' his face split in a grin again. 'We're not too busy this morning
so I'll have breakfast for you both at nine ..... and have a bath, you
stink.'  A final smirk and he left us to it.

'I suppose he's going to tell Bastian,' Terry looked at me sadly.

'Cheer up. Terry.' I smiled at him. 'Baz put you in here for a reason and
it wasn't to be lonely.'

'You reckon?'

'I know,' I turned to face him and pulled him closer. 'Part of what he's
got on offer is a chef's job, a bit of cleaning up and general maintenance
but the main thing is fitting in ..... you've proved you fit.'

'If you say so.'

'I do say so, yo-yo. You're in, my man, loverboi.'

'Loverboi. I Iike that,' he embraced me and we rolled around in the smelly,
cum stained and sweat soaked bed kissing and feeling both our arousals
starting all over again.

It was going to be a good day, even an excellent day. Where we went from
here on God only knew but I was in love and that was enough for little old
me.


					THE END


I wrote this as a 'one off' to accompany my Brighton Encounter Series. I
wanted to bring Tony upmarket a bit to be honest. I hope you like it.

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