Date: Thu, 7 Jun 2007 12:14:06 EDT
From: GCutter66@aol.com
Subject: FIVEWAYS

WARNING: This story is homoerotic in content. This means that it may and
probably will involve male on male sex of various ages. If this sort of
thing offends you then what the hell are you doing reading Nifty/Gay. Also
note that my characters do not wear condoms and that is because they are
FICTIONAL. You must be above the Age of Consent in your particular area of
the planet to read this sort of stuff and you should NEVER allow minors
access but you knew that anyway.

These are stories of youth and boys and once again they are FICTIONAL. Any
resemblance to anyone living or dead is PURELY COINCIDENTAL.

Another point: I like to write on behalf of the boys but you must realise
if they sound a bit smartarse and over world weary at times that is me
coming through. If they sound as thick as a plank... that's them.

Finally: Enjoy. If you have spare please donate a little cash to
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Any person's names or Company names are ficticious, any resemblence to real
names past or present is pure chance.

WARNING: It's a bit like a travelogue this one but they get dirty in the
end.



FIVEWAYS


by


G. Cutter



I suppose it was in the mid seventies and I was working as a delivery
driver for a wine merchants, Goughs of Mitcham. I can mention them safely
as they are long defunct, I think they got taken over by one of the big
breweries but ain't that the way of things. Goughs was quite a family thing
and ran around ten lorries and a couple of vans for local work. Being one
of the lorry drivers we'd take on around three or four shop's weekly
deliveries and away we go at the crack of each dawn. Our furthest delivery
to the East was Bristol and Norwich in the North, the remainder were within
those two far flung points. Well, they were far flung to us, put it that
way.

I had one of the new style Bedfords (then) which was a right royal pain in
the arse. On the older trucks of the same make you just stepped into the
things, nice and low to the ground, the newer versions were up in the air
about five miles and as I've said... a pain. This made the loading deck
higher of course so it was a double pain getting up and down to unload your
stock. Anyway, enough moaning about things long gone and on with the story.

I'd just gone twenty at the time and was living with a lover who was
gradually turning into a landlord if you can imagine it. The old days of
sharing a bed were gone and I now had my own room in our shared flat and
was merrily going my own way. He had his friends and I had mine, the love
or lust had gone and I wasn't too unhappy, the whole affair had been a
mistake and I moved on a year or so after this story.

For a business that involved the deliver of wines, beers and spirits Goughs
played it a bit tight on staff and one of the driver's ongoing hassles was
that there was only one van boy who circulated depending on need. Load and
distance that is, not groping and fumbling as you're all thinking. The good
news was that in the school holidays some drivers and management brought in
their son or sons who acted the vanboy part and generally helped out. Our
Transport Manager and his petty cash saw that they were looked after pretty
well. The Company didn't want to pay for taxed and insured sixteen year old
legal vanboys but were quite happy using fourteen and fifteen year old
schoolkids and bunging them a few quid here and there.

I had a mate there, a fellow driver called Allan Steers who had a swarm of
kids and in the school holidays I often got to travel with his oldest boy
Derek who was, I think, fifteen. A real dummy this boy, good looking as
most boys are (LOL) but very nervy around me at least and pretty homophobic
for a bloody midget. Some of the crap he spouted I could have quite easily
given him a slap but he played cautious when he was with me. He and the
others were pretty sure I was gay but they made no big deal of it, I was
big enough and aggressive enough to take care of myself even if I was a
youngster compared to the other drivers. Derek's younger brother John who
was probably thirteen or maybe fourteen was a much livlier wire. He was the
original cheeky chappy and a up and coming hooligan to the core, great fun,
my type of boy but I was forever getting lumbered with Derek. I think even
his dad found him a bit of a trial. Of course, on reflection and being
older and wiser now I should have realised Derek was getting into his sulky
adolescence, very sexually aware and pretty broody with it whilst John was
still in his boyhood... you know what I mean, one had got to the grumpy and
mutinous stage, the other had it yet to come.

Jeez, I'll never get to the smut, I keep drifting off down memory
lane. Gawd, those were the days, no problems with salt and fat, you could
smoke like a chimney and nobody said a dicky bird and the Russians were
still Soviets. Great days. Furthermore a deliver driver who was known or
suspected to be gay was trusted with van boys some even pre teen and no one
was in the slightest bit concerned. In fact, the boys were safe enough with
me, my hankerings at the time were the older types of around eighteen or
nineteen and I knew enough of them in the local pubs and even a couple at
work. I had a couple willing to play when they'd had a few drinks and we
found a bit of privacy but that's neither here nor there. Hi Paul and Gary
!!!

Anyway, that's the way it was and now let's get on with it.

I loaded up on the Wednesday evening and I'd got my favourite Thursday run
which was Wimbourne, two shops in Poole and then Swanage out on the Purbeck
Peninsular. I loved this run, nice fast roads and you could make good speed
if you got a nice early start. I used to get in as soon as the yard gates
opened and get on my way. I liked the area which was New Forest territory,
very historic and very picture postcardy, normally stacks of traffic and
holidaymakers but this was two weeks before Christmas and things were
getting busy in the booze trade, I had a good load on but I'd have the
dreaded Derek to help out. I had arranged to collect him at his home in my
banger as dad wouldn't be going in until later having a local run.

Of course, Corfe Castle or the ruins are on Purbeck and I'd read a series
of fantasy or alternate history books about the region and I always drove
around quite expecting to bump into some time warped Elizabethans or pixies
but if you don't know the stories the reference loses a bit. They yarns
were a bit on the Michael Moorcock style and I completely forget the
author.

I was on the Steers family doorstep at seven fifteen and it was dark and
had begun to snow which was peachy as rain had been forecast. Still, I
wasn't worried, I was on a flyer and just hoped that Derek hadn't slept
in. I didn't sound my horn bearing in mind the time but just flashed my
headlights at what I knew was their shambles of a living room. A few
moments later a well swaddled body hurtled from the side door which was a
bit unusual for Derek, he wasn't the hurtling type.

'Hey up, Micky.' A young treble at three million decibels which must have
woken the street, it was scatty John. 'It's snowing,' he beamed as he got
into the car.

'Yeah, so I see,' I looked at him. 'What's up with Del boy?'

'Got his monthlies,' John cackled. 'Dad asked me if I wanted a day out and
here I am.'

'Excellent,' I laughed. I didn't mind, John cost me a fortune in sweeties
but he was better company on a long run that Derek. We drove around the
yard and I took John in the cafe next door and fed him tea and a bacon roll
and chatted to the other drivers. We always met up in this scruffy little
cafe before the gates opened up and we made a move.

'Heavy snow forecast outa town.' One informed me with great delight.

'No probs,' I countered. 'Forecasts are crap anyway.'


'Not this one kiddo.' Another older guy chipped in. 'Make sure you have the
yard's phone number and Turner's home number just in case.' I didn't ask in
case of what but it seemed a good idea, I was responsible for a kid as well
as the lorry and myself. I checked that John had his own home number 'just
in case' and he had it in his tatty little wallet which was empty I noted.
It seemed he wasn't looking to pay for dinner as we called lunch... nothing
new there.

As soon as someone shouted out that the gate was open we all trooped in and
I noticed that the snowfall was getting heavier and it was beginning to
settle. A bad sign in a built up area, if it had been going all night it
could be exciting and picturesque once we got out into the country, little
John would be wetting his knickers. I got the phone numbers and the dockets
for the days run and we hauled ass as our US pals are wont to say.

Straight upto Collier's Wood, hang a left and upto the Decca building, onto
the A3 and hey ho for the country. I remember it well, they were still
working on the Tolworth Tower Underpass and I gave my mates a wave, one of
my casual shags worked as a labourer and he always kept an eye out for my
super dooper shiny new truck but all I saw was bundled up forms staring
morosely at the falling snow. They wouldn't be earning much today as the
snow was getting heavier and I had the heater going full blast and the
wipers working. John was doing his bit and fiddling around with the radio
until he settled on a music station, he then decided to singalong which
excited me no end.

The A30, A33 and then the A31 to our first drop at Wimbourne,. It was a
familiar route and I'd done it before mainly on my own so I enjoyed
pointing out anything of interest to my passenger but after a while all I
was getting was oohs and aahs as the snowfall got heavier and I saw that
most of the fields and cars coming into town were covered in the bloody
stuff. It must have been falling all night and the roads hadn't been
gritted, that slowed us down somewhat. We pulled in just before Ringwood
and had some tea and a munch. John had quite sensibly for a mutt brought an
old anorak with him and was bundled up in this thing and was warming his
hands on the hot mug.

'Will we make it?' He looked at me grinning clearly wishing for some sort
of a disaster... bloody kids!

'Yeah,' I smiled. 'We're making good time but I don't want to hang about.'

'Right,' he hurriedly finished his tea and I got him a Coke and some
munchies to go and we were off again. Much to muy surprise we ended up on
the Wimbourne shop's doorstep in good time, got the gear in and headed off
south to the two drops in Poole. The snow wasn't letting up but I was
feeling a lot happier now and taking a ton plus of booze off the back end
was a lot better, most of the weight was now between the axles and the
roads were clearer.

We did the two Poole shops in record time although they were big orders and
John for his small size and boyishness did work well, he was a damn sight
more livlier than his older brother. Oh yeah, he was quite sweet as well if
you're into kids. I wasn't but I kept looking at him more and more, he
really was a good looking boy, not a raving pretty boy but a boy's boy if
you know what I mean. Lank blonde hair with a snub nose and a clear
complexion, Derek collected zits. Funnily enough John seeemd to keep
himself cleaner, perhaps that accounted for it. Derek always looked like
he'd been playing in a rubbish tip but enough of them.

The first hiccup of the day. We drove down to the ferry to the Studland
Ferry and it was closed due to the visibility, accompanied by John's
moaning I reversed course and set out for Wareham and thence to Swanage our
final drop. We had a ton and a half for them and we were still running a
pretty good time. It was now that we began to drop behind, the snowfall
thickened and we were down to a crawl in the built up areas and not much
better on the open road. Middlebere Heath in the middle of Purbeck was a
whiteout and we virtually crawled, John's comments about the Hills having
Eyes and the Donner Pass of all things weren't going down well.

'You ever thought about eating anyone, Micky?' That was one of his classics
believe it.

'Yeah. You right now,' I snarled trying to see where the hell the road
ended and the fields began.

'Dirty man,' he sniggered and I realised what he was saying. The child was
trying a bit of camp. Interesting.

'I'd start with your tongue.'

'Urgh,' he did a mock shudder as I sighted the pile of Corfe Caste through
the falling snow. All I could really think of was that thank God we had a
new motor with a good heater and an even better demister. 'Can we stop and
have a look at the castle.'

'Briefly,' I turned into the visitors parking and promptly removed the
height restricter with a crash which gave John hysterics but didn't do my
mood any good. Fortunately there were no spectators to my vandalism so I
left the engine running (very illegal) and got out and had a chilly walk
about with young John. There was absolutely nothing to see and I had no
intention of climbing the steep hill to the castle proper but he was
happy... all back to the oohs and aahs. He was easy to please and I think
at one stage I actually envisaged snuggling with him in an igloo but it was
probably snow fever or something polar explorers get. I did think on his
remarks for a moment and then put them down to childish crossed wires, he
was a bit too young to be into double entendre as in the Carry On Series.

'Come on, Johnny. Last lap.'

'OK,' he raced for the motor and was up and in before I was. 'How much
further?'

'One hour, top wack,' I grinned. I'd checked the top of the motor and there
was only slight damage, the noise had been when the barrier had bounced of
our cab's roof. No big deal, maybe a slap on the wrist from the Transport
Manager or just keep quite until someone noticed. No, John would to brag
about it to all and sundry, how we destroyed Corfe Castle car park etc etc.

We were lucky as the snow seemed to ease for our run into Swanage and it
had almost stopped by the time we passed Corfe on the return trip the
trouble came as we passed through Wareham and made a more direct route back
to London. We'd pick up on our original road but cut out the dogleg we'd
made to go to Wimborne. The snow started to come down thick and furious and
to make matters worse we were driving in almost complete darkness as we
headed for the crossroads at Fiveways and then we'd have a choice of two
routes to get back into town.

Unfortunately and to make matters worse I had to pull into a layby and get
out of the motor for air. I had a headache and I expect the constant
heater,blower and the bloody radio weren't helping.

'My dick's freezing,' John chortled spraying his name in the snow with his
steamy urine about a yard away and I didn't really know if I wanted to
murder him or rape him... just goes to show the way my mind was
working. 'We gonna get home alright?' He looked at me anxiously quite
unselfconciously waggling his dick dry. I couldn't answer, he was a nice
size for a kid and it looked so smooth and warm with it's little pee slit
peering from it's fleshy hoody I nearly popped one on the spot.

'Yeah,' I grunted and looked him in the eyes. 'Put it away John.'

He laughed and in the freezing cold and snow peeled his foreskin back,
momentarily examined his glowing red end and tucked it back into his
jeans. I sighed with relief, I was so tempted to grab him and feel his meat
and he was a bloody kid for God's sake. He was one of my best friend's son
and he was either asking for trouble or a true innocent and I didn't think
he was all that innocent.

We got back into the motor and sat in the blessed silence for a while until
John started to fidget and it got colder, I then flashed up again and away
we went. By now we were running well behind time, in fact, according to my
calculations we were two hours behind and then came the final straw, the
one that broke the camel's back. Just outside Ringwood an articulated lorry
had slid off road leaving it's cab in one ditch and it's trailer across the
road, to add to the mess a Transit had ploughed into the side of the
trailer. There were police, fire service and everyone except the Coastguard
running around like headless chickens. We had to wait or turn around and
divert, I dug the mapbook out and peered at it in the cab's dim lighting. I
selected another route and off we went only this time down some very narrow
and windey country lanes, John, of course, loved it. I was beginning to
think the whole disaster was just something for him to tell his mates
about. His holiday composition when he returned to school... 'My Fun Day
with Micky.' Yeah... right.

The final disaster came as we got back onto the main road but the time had
gone, we were well knackered, it was seven and I had to do an E.T., I had
to phone hom and more importantly I had to pass the message that John was
safe and well otherwise Allan would be getting worried. We slithered and
slid upto the base of Fiveways Hill and as I was looking at a pub and hotel
complex across the road I felt the whole motor gradually stop. We were on a
slight slope and we jerked forward again and stopped once more.

'Hey,' John yelped, cranked his window down and looked out. 'It's all
icey,' he giggled. 'Like a rink.'

'Fuckin' great,' I gave a touch on the throttle and we moved forward
gradually but the hill was steepening the more we moved. Another twenty
yards or so and the vehicle began to slide. Shit, I just hoped no one was
on our tail but it didn't matter at all. We gracefully and almost gently
spun around and our back end parked neatly in a ditch. The cab rose and I
felt like we were perched in a speed boat doing a rate of knots but this
one was going nowhere.

'We're stuck,' John squealed excitedly and clambered from the cab and got
to ground. 'The front wheels are off the ground,' he shouted up bathed in
the headlights.

'What about the back?'

'Dunno,' he floundered through the snow and came back. 'Sunk,' he held his
flat hand and arm out indicating an angle like a sinking ship. I turned
everything off and got from the vehicle. It was lost, no way was my motor
moving without the assistance of a big recovery vehicle and who knew what
was under the snow. If the ditch sloped I might be OK but if it was a cut
out there could be damage. It was time to find a phone and the brightly lit
hostelry across the road was the best bet. The Traveller's Rest, they sure
knew how to pick the names for these bloody places. Then I noticed a
darkened police car in the corner of the car park, perhaps my luck had
changed.

I took John into the reception noticing a lack of the usual pub noise
although I could hear voices.

'No chance tonight.' A flatcap copper was lounging at the counter watching
us as we wandered in.

'What?'

'Your lorry isn't moving, I've just phoned the local rescue services,
they'll all tied up.'

'Great,' I scowled. 'Thanks anyway.'

I looked at John and he beamed confident in my ability to sort things
out. No chance, little man I thought but didn't say. We were stuck and I
needed a phone. 'Have you got a public phone?'

'Use this,' the receptionist who I reckoned waas the copper's brother
pushed a phone over. 'I can do you a room with a breakfast and something to
eat in a little while.'

'What?' I was beginning to sound like a bad mannered parrot. 'Sorry,' I
tried to smile. 'Room?'

'You can't sleep in the vehicle,' the policeman explained. 'And your
company should stand you the overnight stay, they're obligated.'

I wasn't too sure about that part but he was right and after I made the
phone call I felt better. Sid Turner our transport manager has lost three
vehicles and I was the last one to phone in. Two were damaged and he seemed
quite happy that I'd only slid into a ditch. He confirmed the night's
sleepover and said that he'd inform Allan about John being safe. All done
and dusted as they say, I left him nattering to the receptionist about
payment. Suited me, my concience was clear and tomorrow was another day.

'More snow forecast for tomorrow,' the policeman informed me. 'Ham
sandwiches and soup do you both.'

'Yeah, great,' I looked at John and he grinned. 'I'm Mick and this is John,
my pal's boy, my vanboy for the day.'

'Pleased to meetcha,' the policeman who I must say was a most untypical
copper introduced himself and the receptionist and as I'd guessed they were
brothers but as we were talking a young girl appeared with a tray of hot
goodies and beckoned us into the bar which was knee deep in
drinkers... well, three old guys playing dominoes in the corner who gave us
polite nods and carried on with their game.

Jeez, that soup and sandwiches went down well. John eat like a horse and at
the end gave a big grin. 'We sharing a room?' He whispered
excitedly. 'Together.'

'That's what sharing means, John,' I smiled. 'At least no one will be
making off with trhe lorry.'

'Pixies?' Goblins? Elves?'  John looked knowingly at the dark windows. I
ignored that one.

After the girl took away our tray she showed us to our room and I saw
trouble ahead. It had a small en suite bathroom and toilet which was nice
but it also had a large double bed. I saw John look at it and flash a
glance at me but I pretended to watch the TV which was mumbling away in the
corner.

'Can I take John back down the Bar later for a Coke or whatever?' I asked
the girl.

'I don't know about the whatever,' she laughed. 'But certainly for the soft
drinks, he is a guest after all.'

'Thanks.' I accepted the key as John preened himself, being a hotel guest
was probably a novelty, the girl left us and we were on our own.

'Wow,' John flopped into a small armchair. 'Supe posh.'

'All paid for,' I smiled and sat as well watching the weather forecast
which looked desperate to say the least. The snow was forecast for the
weekend and there was real trouble up North, they were already helicopter
lifting food to outlying villages up in Cumbria and on the Borders. Up in
the Highlands and the Scottish Islands a full scale airlift was swinging
into operation.

'Whoo, real bad,' John commented which believe it or not was quite a
sensible remark coming from him. 'They could finish up eating each
other... hairy haggises, urgh.' Ah, well, that was alright. Sensible didn't
last too long with a kid like this.

'How's about just having a wash and we can go down the bar for an hour,
then bath and then an early night.' There you go, I'd said it all in one
go.

''OK,' John was up in a flash and gone. Minutes later I heard him using the
toilet and splashing around having what passes for a teeny wash I
suppose. I was a bit befuddled to say the least, we didn't have too many
options who slept where, John slept with me or on the floor. God knows what
his mum and dad would say but I suppose we could always say we had single
beds. I didn't really know but one thing was certain, if John made one
false move I was likely to make a fool of myself. I'd have to exercise iron
self control. He was getting dishier by the minute and that was clothed,
God knows what he'd do to me naked. It didn't bear thinking about but then
again one part of my body was thinking, I could feel that tingle and itch
in my groin. The sex drive was winning out over the self control and this
was a scholboy for Christs's sake. You know, in the past I'd freely
admitted to myself that I was gay, queer or a homosexual but never a perv
and getting the hots for a schoolkid was pervy big time.

'Go on, your turn,' John came out looking several shades cleaner. He gave
me a big grin and leapt onto the bed wriggling around making himself
comfortable. 'Could be fun tonight,' he exclaimed brightly as I fled for
the bathroom. Perhaps he was thinking about pillow fighting all
night... maybe something else.

We eventually went down to the bar and had a drink with John slurping
noisily away at his Coke until the policemen of all things treated him to a
weak bitter shandy. Ah, the good old days, I think it was probably the
first and the last time I ever had a drink with a copper. Makes one's eyes
go quite misty does the Memory Lane bit. He told me that most of the main
routes in the South had now been gritted and had written me out an
alternative one to get to London. The only concern was that I'd get dragged
out and that the vehicle was sound and by that he meant driveable. In the
end and quite early we said good night and I led John off to our room. It
was bathtime and then who knows, it was only nine o'clock and I suppose we
could watch a bit of television until crunch time and crunchtime was
bedtime as you may have guessed.

'Right, I get the first bath?' He looked at me and flashed his teeth. Nice
and white, I had visions of them nipping at my flesh but after his remarks
on cannabalism I wasn't so sure. 'I get all the hot water,' he grinned and
shot into the bathroom, I didn't heard the bolt go but no matter I wasn't a
Peeping Tom.

I must have had a premonition as I sat by the TV keeping the volume down
and idly watched some rubbish until I heard him call out. It had to happen
and it had, that's why he'd left the door unlocked, I wasn't a complete
dummy.

'What's up, John?' I cracked the door and inch or so.

'Do my back, Micky. There isn't a thingy in here.'

'I shouldn't really,' I tried my last ditch of defense or was I playing
hard to get, I dunno.

'Come on,' he wheedled. 'I need to be squeaky clean if we're sleeping
together.'

'Sharing a bed, you mean,' I laughed. He had a way with words.

'Whatever...' he looked over his shoulder and smiled up at me but he was
nervous. He'd made himself a bet if I knew boys and he was also determined
on a course of action, the problem was I didn't know what he was
after. 'Come on,' he stood in a flurry of water and I nearly passed out. As
I've said, I wasn't into boys but I could change the habits of a lifetime
there and then. A bottom to die for. A ten year old's bum, a bubble butt,
two wet alabaster mounds, you take your pick. It and he were beautiful, the
water ran off him and he stood waiting my attentions.  I grabbed the sponge
and ran soapy water over his shoulders and he handed me a bar of
soap. Better still. I soaped over his back and down to his waist and then
up and under his arms and he trembled but he also then seemed to relax. He
flinched a bit as I skirted across the top of his buttocks but relaxed
again as I returned to his shoulder. 'You can go lower,' he rasped.

'Do you want me to?'

'Yeah.'

That was it. I soaped his smooth jiggly buttocks and even slipped a finger
into his crack, he obligingly opened his legs just a bit and as I ran two
fingers in he clamped on me as I moved them in and out. I was technically
just soaping him up and nothing had happened yet but he changed all
that. He span around and crimson faced looked at a point on my chest.

I stared at him until he raised his eyes to look at me it was then and only
then that I took his fully extended erection into my soapy had. 'This what
you wanted?'

'Yeah,' he sighed and the redness receded as he slowly moved to and fro
into my soapy wank. 'Derek does like you, you know,' he whispered. 'In
spite of the way he carries on.'

'Really?' I tended his free hanging scrotum. He was quite well developed
for a boy. He must have been sporting a good four plus and it was meaty, in
spite of his small build he was getting into his growth spurt and he was
getting taller everytime I saw him. He'd be a fine young man at eighteen
but for the moment all he wanted to do was fuck my soapy hand. 'How old are
you, John?'

'Fourteen... just,' he grinned now back in control of himself, his face was
still flushed but that was down to the heat in the bathroom, the soapy wank
probably helped as well. 'Alright for you?'

'Don't be cheeky,' I grinned back and rinsed off his soapy penis. As he
looked at me I slipped my hands down his still soapy body and bent over,
before he could stop me I slipped my lips over his wet cock and grasped his
soapy flanks. Yeah, he liked that. He gave a low growl and holding my head
slowly moved in and out of my suction but now I took my final gamble, I
parted his cheeks and stroked my wet fingers across his pucker and in a
moment of relaxation penetrated his tight little ring.

'Aaaaah,' he clamped on my gently moving finger and continued to fuck
gently into my mouth.

This was a first for me, John was the youngest cock I'd ever sucked and I
sensed he was far from being a virgin. I didn't know if he was into men or
perhaps played around with mates but he was certainly no novice. I had been
worried but his reaction now I felt easier in my mind, he was up for a game
and so was I but I was a bit more serious than he was... maybe. The oldy
about being hung for a sheep as a goat sprung to mind as I sucked, I
couldn't help but laugh.

'What's funny,' he stared down at me. 'It's not that little.'

'It's not little at all,' I grinned up his smoothly rounded belly and moved
his foreskin to and fro over his shiny and swollen glans. 'I was thinking
about sheep and goats.'

'Concentrate on the boy in hand,' he looked down at me and smiled. 'Be
better if you got naked.' Funny that, I was thinking along those lines
myself. I straightened out and tried him with a kiss. Another surprise, he
returned it eagerly and passionately, the thing he wasn't ready for was my
tongue pressing against his teeth and then snaking into his mouth. He
sagged and nearly fell on me as I probed at his tonsils and explored the
inside of his hotness. Holding his head I ravished his mouth with my tongue
and they settled to a slippery tango as we consumed each other's
breath. 'Jeeeezus,' he grinned at me red faced as we parted. 'Get naked,
Micky and well do that again. That was so duuurty.'

He didn't know what dirty was. My reservations about being with a boy had
gone, I just wanted him and I mean all the way. I think he wanted it but no
matter, he was going all the way whether he liked it or not. I quickly
stripped off and he stared at me every minute of the way until I stood by
the said of the bath fully naked with my mansized six plus jutting with a
full head of steam as in as hard as a bloody rock. I could have fucked him
silly on the spot but there was a bit of a routine to go through and for
some funny reason I fancied him doing me. Now I know that's sad but he had
a nice dick, he was capable and it could be fun. That's my story anyway. A
minute later I was in the big bath with him and it was soapy gropey all the
way and he certainly wasn't shy when it came to that either.

He loved my cock and in the end when he rinsed it off I knew what was
coming, as I stood in the sudsy water he knelt and took me in his
mouth. Jeez... I keep saying that but here we go again. Jeez, I nearly
collapsed as his hot and wet mouth took me in and started, as a blower he
was brilliant. not just the gentle sucking but the tongue action as well,
he probed at my pee slit which was oozing precum but that didn't fuss
him. He sucked away and kept on giving me sexy looks up my belly until I
finally got us both out of the bath with him still connected. We went down
onto the fluffy carpet but I moved around until I was poised above his
groin and then held his stiff prong upright and dived on it like a bloody
great gannet. I heard him splutter around my cock as I began to suck him
and carefully and gently slide in and out of his mouth. His hands had also
wandered, they were up and he was at my hole, he probably looked on it as a
bit of revenge but I tensed and relaxed as I felt his finger move in and
out. What's sauce for the goose is sauce for the gander (love all those old
English sayings). I lifted his middle still sucking his willy and slid one
finger into his tight little hole. He clamped on it and we were away and he
was the first to go.

I felt his boyish cock seem to harden even more in my mouth and he groaned
around my cock and then two or three jerky jets of his youthful spunk
splattered and splashed into the back of my throat and I drank it all. I
kept sucking him until I felt him soften and he begged me to stop. He then
redoubled his efforts on me coaxing me onto my back and reversing the sixty
nine. His limp noodle swayed above me as his head bobbed up and down on my
tight cock and he gently jiggled my balls. I took the opportunity to slip
my finger free from his little hole and slid two into his warmth and he
groaned again but took them well. As I've said, I was no expert on boys so
I was a bit surprised when he sucked me to climax and as I cum a monster
cum he drank most of it gulping and gagging and then lay on top of me with
my spunk gleaming on his face and lips. 'Now that we gotta do again,' he
grinned at me and we shared a semen flavoured kiss.

'Yeah,' I stroked his wet body, I couldn't get enough of it. I even tried
sucking him again but he was played out for the moment but not for long
though if I remembered my boyhood correctly. We rinsed off with the shower
attachement and dried off and that was fun too. In the end as it was barely
eleven we sat and watched the muted television, snow and more snow
forecast. There was a two bar electric fire in the room which wasn't the
best and in the end we crawled into bed and snuggled some warmth into each
other.

'This bed creaks,' he giggled and he was right. Just what I wanted, a
creaky bed to advertise to the whole hotel I was shagging an underage
vanboy. 'Mind you the bathroom's nice and warm, there's a big boiler in
there.'  He was right, of course it was warmer and he was right again
although he hadn't said it. It was safer, fluffy carpets might be hard on
the knees but they don't creak.

We just cuddled and lay stealing each other's warmth and he actually went
foetal against me and I held his cold feet and he softly grumbled and then
went into a doze. His hot breath was against the side of my face and I
liked it which was unusual for me, I usually do the sex and split, I still
hadn't found Mr Right, perhaps I'd come across Right Boy or Master Right as
they used to say.

'You like me, Micky?' He whispered.

'Very much, John.'

'Wanna do me?'

'What?' I knew that was an incredibly stupid thing to say but I said it all
the same.

'Well, you loosened me up,' he gave a dirty snigger. 'I thought you were
going to prong me.'

I lay there silently and held him even tighter. I couldn't believe what
he'd just said, it seemed I was the innocent with this kid or perhaps I was
just being acting like a simpleton. This boy was putting himself on the
line and I was acting like a dummy. I felt my already reawakend hardon
twitch.

'Yeah,' I croaked.

'Let's do the bathroom bit, there's some glop on the shelf.' OK, it didn't
sound all that romantic but it was an offer I couldn't refuse. I started to
slip from the bed. 'I get a go as well,' he completed his pitch. Music to
my ears. I stood by the bed and bending over slipped my arms under his
already chilling body and lifting him rushed for the bathroom. He gave a
squeal that must have woken the hotel but I was past caring as I managed to
get the bathroom door open and got us into the heat. God, that crappy
little bathrom was so cosy after the frozen bedroom as I took him into my
arms and we went down onto our carpet. I should nick that, frame it and
keep it as a souvenier of my first boy love... but I didn't. I bought a
clone later but I digress.

I spread two of the big towels and centred him and he just lay there
grinning up at me as I dived onto his own cock now stiff again with his
cherry red head peering from his hoody. This time I hoisted his legs and as
he giggled sucked his smooth scrotum and went to the final stage. I sucked
and slathered at his tight and squeaky clean pucker trying to force my
tongue through the circular muscle we all know and love. 'Put some of that
stuff on,' he moaned as he writhed beneath me. 'Do the finger bit first.'

Christ, this kid really knew his stuff but I had got to the couldn't care
less stage, I just wanted to prong him as he called it. I called it making
love bit I was a bit of a soppy sod. I stood up for just a moment and
grabbed the pot on the shelf, Pond's Baby Cream... just the job.

I got down again and he had his slender legs up and his knees to his
chest. Once again I briefly wondered where he'd got his experience but
banished the thought, he wanted it and he was mine. I gently smeared a
smidgeon of the white oil onto his little pucker and watched fascinated as
my finger disappeared into his body. His darker skinned ring gripped my
finger as he sighed and wrapped his arms around his knees. I moved my
finger in and out and faster and faster until he began to moan, I'd found
his young hot spot and he was freaking, I don't suppose he noticed too much
as I slipped my finger free and intruded two. His pucker parted quite
easily and I felt his pressure as he clamped and eased, his stiff cock
jutting up on his flattened belly was oozing a thread of milky cum, my my,
John boy was seriously hot. I leant over him and kissed his sweet lips and
his tongue snaked into my mouth... 'Do me.' He mumbled and I did.

I slipped my fingers free and placed my bulging and slippery glans at his
sphincter and I gave just the one push. He moaned but his flesh parted and
I felt his hot bottom take me as I moved into his tight hole. 'Yeah, yeah,'
he whispered and his eyes opened. They were tearful as he looked at me but
sparkly. 'Go on, Micky.' As I slowly moved and worked my way deeper and
deeper opening him up and filling his tight little tunnel his legs came
down and wrapped around my waist and his arms encircled my neck well and
truly trapping me not that I wanted to flee or anything. I moved in and out
and finally felt my pubes pressed up against his body.

'You alright?' I stared into his wide open eyes.

'I am now, lover boy,' he gave me his old grin. 'This is sooooo nice,' he
wriggled on my raging hardon and I started to shag, bonk, make love, call
it what you will. I'd suddenly become a boy lover but just this boy. How
stupid can you get falling in love with a fourteen year old tramp but there
you go... shit happens.

We rumped (for want of a word) slowly and sensually and he made all the
sounds and made all the moves stroking me and encouraging me until in the
end he was begging me to go harder and faster and I had to put my hand over
his mouth. His legs pressed onto my back and at last I felt the heat and
the swelling.

'Here we go, John,' I gasped as I felt my tight balls send their message of
burning hot cum up my shaft and into his wriggling body.

'Fuck...' He went limp and closed his eyes as my mansized cock jolted and
squirted jet after jet of hot man spunk into his tight little hole. The
stuff was oozing from his ring when I'd finished and I could feel it sticky
and slimy on my pubes. I'd done a good one and I knew it, it beat wanking
any day of the week and it was mostly inside my little lover. My still hard
cock moved easily inside his semen coated inner flesh, his rectum, his
anus, all those horrible words. I like the romantic Tunnel of Love but
that's a bit over the top and boy fanny sounds a bit camp.

'You are one go...' I broke off.

'You were going to say: You are one good fuck, John boy.'

'I was,' I admitted with a wry grin. How could I deny it, he was.

'Better than Derek?'

'Derek?' I looked at him blankly as he wriggled from under me and I looked
at his hole which looked huge slowly closing and expelling a trickle of
creamy juice.

'You know,' he looked at me straight faced. 'My brother Derek, you
shagged.'

'Never,' I looked at him. 'Honest, I thought he was a homophobic little
prick.'

'He is,' John giggled. 'He's done me though, a couple or three times and he
reckons he's had sex with you as well.'

'He's done you?' I was beginning to feel like Alice in Wonderland, a butch
Alice you understand.

'Fuckin' hell, Micky,' John looked at me in exasperation. 'You don't know
what's going on do you. Derek fancies you something rotten and he's been
playing hard to get.'

'A bit too hard.' I actually laughed. 'So this was all a matter of going
one up on youir big brother.'

'No, not really,' his eyes dropped as we lay on the towels and did little
butterfly kisses. 'I fancy you more than he does, I gotta thing going for
you,' he started to do his blush again. 'A bit of a crush, a sorta love job
sort of thing.'

'Shush,' I cuddled him. I know how hard it is to say the first time around
and I didn't want this. I knew he'd find a boy nearer his own age and he'd
go through it all again and I'm not even going to get into the unrequited
love bit. He was only fourteen and he had a long way to go. Mind you having
sex with his older brother and one of his dad's mates at the age of
fourteen was a good start I suppose.

'I haven't cum yet,' he rubbed his stiff pecker against my thigh.

'About time you stopped being passive and tried a bit of active,' I
suggested. He didn't take too long working that one out, we were soon in a
mock wrestling match and I allowed him to mount me. 'Come on Randy,' I
opened my legs as he humped against my back.

'Really?' His voice broke.

'You better otherwise I won't invite you and Derek up my place over the
Christmas holiday.'

'Yeah?'  He giggled. 'What about that guy, your landlord bloke?'

'He's away for the whole of Christmas and the New Year, he's a Haggisman,
he goes home to his family.'

'Right on,' John crowed and got his legs inside mine spreading me even
further. We'd do it frontal next time but that would be in my comfortable
bed at home. I gave a little gasp as he rammed into me and then it got nice
as he calmed down and wriggled and worked his way in until he bottomed out
and went for it. He wasn't big down there but he was only fourteen for
God's sake but he knew how to use if and he seemed to get pleasure from it
going by the bloody noise. What he lacked in size and expertise he made up
for in enthusiasm and energy. Oh, to be fourteen again. In the end I was
rewarded in the end by a respectable cum and he slipped free and lay there
like a dead man or boy or maybe a lover.

'You done well.' I looked at him and kissed him on his sweat beaded nose.

'Brill,' he sighed contentedly. 'You sure you never done it with Del?'

'Quite sure. You're the boyfriend.'

'Fuckin' A,' he grinned manically. 'I gotta have a crap and we can do it
again.'

Did I say he was pretty blunt as well.



				  The End



I've just finished this and am toying with the idea of a second and final
part. I'll see how this one goes.

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