Date: Fri, 27 Jul 2007 20:34:31 EDT
From: GCutter66@aol.com
Subject: FIVEWAYS - 2

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.

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FIVEWAYS



Part 2



by



G. Cutter



The outcome of the stuck lorry at Fiveways was that it came out easily
enough with the assistance of a bloody great tow truck but that wasn't my
concern, the Company covered the cost and once it was checked over it
seemed to be OK. The back axle was covered in crap but that would drop off
after we hit a few bumps. John was in his element getting in everyone's way
but John was one of those... everyone liked John. We got away around eleven
and took the low road, the one advised by our friendly policeman and made
good speed. It was still snowing but it was passing, another British
disaster, three days of snow and the country was at a standstill. The
forecast had now changed and they now reckoned it would rain over the
weekend and we'd have floods. Time to say: It never rains it pours. Doncha
just love stories full of cliches.

I dropped John off at his house on my way back to the yard and we both had
our seperate stories ready if questioned. Would you believe we'd had a room
with two single beds, wasn't that handy. I hated to think what he'd have to
say to his brother Derek but I just kept a low profile which is good advice
when life gets confusing. I got through the weekend without anything
exciting happening and my landlord finally headed for the frozen North
advising me not to let the pipes freeze, not to let the cat starve and not
to bring in any stray 'trade' over his absence. To think, when I moved in
with him I was nearly in love, it just goes to show.

The Christmas week started with super loads normally and I crept into the
yard like a ghost Monday morning, things could have developed but the
terrible twosome were sitting in the little mess room all bright and perky
if Derek knew what that was. He was staring out of the window and John was
yakking away to some of the other boys, he didn't even acknowledge me which
was a bit hurtful but what did I expect, a bloody kiss or something?

By the time I got my paperwork sorted out and went to check my lorry John
was already sitting up in the cab reading a comic. Seemed I had a vanboy,
John must have ursuped Derek. Not my problem, I had a vanboy and that was
the main thing.

I looked at the dockets and we had drawn the big store in Hastings, just
the one drop but around four hundred mixed packs, that was around two tons
on a rough estimation. I slid up the back shutter to make sure it was all
secure, tanked up and we were off.

'Good morning,' I spoke to John just before we left.

'Morning, Micky,' he chirped. 'What time we getting back?'

'Jesus, John. We haven't left yet.'

'Guess.'

'Three or four, depends on offloading. If we can get parked right on the
cellar it'll be easier.'

'Yeah.' He put his feet up on the dash just to annoy me and we were off. We
made good time as the traffic was light and the roads were clear, the
weekend snow had thawed and now everything was soaked and any stream or
river you saw was well topped up. Yeah, I love people who live on flood
plains or by old pastures. It must be nice to live by a babbling brook
especially when it's lapping around your kitchen table. John didn't have
anything to say until we stopped just south of Tonbridge for a cuppa and a
couple of rolls.

'I told, Derek,' John spoke through a mouthful of corned beef roll.

'You what?' I sprayed tea all over the windscreen.

'I told him all about it. He's as jealous as fuck,' John grinned
cheerfully.

'You prick.'

'You liked it, you sucked it enough,' he smirked. God, there was no putting
this little shit down.

'How'd he take it?'

'He's alright but he wants a go, I think he'll probably pop up and see you
one night. I did tell you he fancied you,' he reminded me, I just sipped my
tea and held it in. The pair were talking about me like I was a bit of
meat, I wondered if they pencilled in their Micky Days...  John, Derek,
John, Derek. The mind boggled.

'Let's go,' I gathered the junk from the snack and gave it all to John. I
stared at him and he reluctantly got from the motor and took it to the bin,
he didn't get priviledges being the driver's boy nooky.

We got lucky at the Hastings shop and they even had a boy to help us out
with the offloading which made life easy and we were soon on the road home
well in advance of our normal time.

'We going back to the yard?' John whined. 'We're going to get back dead
early.'

'That's alright. I can get loaded up for tomorrow and you can go home. Job
done.'

'I don't want to go home,' John pouted. 'We could have a bit of... er,
relax around your place for the afternoon.'

'With a bloody great lorry on the doorstep?'

'You tuck it down that sidestreet,' John crowed. 'Dad showed me, that's how
he's knows when you're skiving.'

'What if he sees it this afternoon?'

'He won't, he's going to Croydon with mum to do some Christmas
shopping. He's got the Transit today and I heard them organising it last
night. Crafty shopping trip with the company van,' he giggled.

'Saves petrol I suppose,' I sniffed.

'We going around your place then,' John grinned. 'Great.'

What was a man to do? I knew what his little plot was, he wanted to jump my
bones as they say and it was nearly Christmas after all. Anyway, once John
was calmed down or serviced in a manner of speaking perhaps we could chat
about Derek. I didn't know how he felt about his brother, in company they
seemed brotherly enough but not clingy like some. Mind you in a family of
five boys and one girl I expect they tended to go their own ways. I didn't
know, it was well outside my experience. I knew that Allan was waiting for
the Council to allocate him a larger house but that's all I did know, how
they lived and how they slept was something else. The one thing I did know
was that their tiny front garden looked like a rubbish tip but that's
normal enough with big families, well. it is on the Estates.

'Yeah, I suppose,' I finally admitted. 'So, are you going to share me with
Derek?'

'If I get to watch,' he giggled.

'Sicko.'

'Yeah,' he giggled.

That got my mind going again. The previous summer I'd had quite a fondness
for Derek, not a crush or anything but just a mild fancy. Then he'd gone
all moody and started with his silences and his snidey remarks. Maybe
something had happened although I don't remember anything untoward being
said.

'You and Del boy do things?'

'We shag,' relied Master Blunt quite happily. 'He done me a couple of times
a month or so ago and now I do him as well. We gotta be careful though with
the little ones.' I assumed he referred to his two younger brothers, George
and Justin as I remembered. The fifth was much older and had moved away
from home as had the one daughter.

'How do you sleep then, you share?'

'Yeah, I sleep in with George and he sleeps in with Justin.'

'Difficult,' I commented.

'Yeah,' he grinned at me. 'Good job we can come around your place with your
landlord -matey-pal-thingy away for the holiday.'

'Landlord will do,' I laughed.

'All you have to say to Derek is: "Pop around sometime, Derek."  Exactly
that. If he gets that code he'd come around but he's not going to else.

'Pop around sometime, Derek.' I repeated.

'Spot on,' he cackled. 'I told him I'd fix it. Then we can do a sorta get
together before Christmas.'

'Jeez,' I sighed and slowed down we were getting into the outskirts of
London, another short hour would do it.

'Derek, you and me,' John sighed and plucked at the groin of his ragged
jeans. 'Great, all soapy and squishy and...'

'Yeah, I get it John,' I laughed. Things were beginning to look better
already. Perhaps Derek might visit, perhaps we may hit it off, perhaps we
may even get into bed naked, perhaps... any-bloody-thing. I spent the rest
of the drive in a haze as John rambled on and on until eventually I managed
to park around the corner from where I lived and we walked around to my
house or the house I lived in to be more correct. The point was the
landlord was on holiday and I was the one and only resident, I was in
charge and I had a fourteen year old to keep amused for the rest of the
afternoon.

After the affair with my ex lover moved to a tenant and landlord
relationship we'd had to formalise our living arrangements and I'd finished
up with a bedroom and a spare room which I turned into a mini lounge. You
know the sort of thing, just a sofa a television and a music box, enough
for a minimum of entertaining but with a bedroom next door which was what
my entertaining was all about. By the cockanamie agreement we had I shared
the rest of the place, the bathroom, kitchen and garden and my rent
reflected this as it was just about half of his total outlay. I didn't
mind, he was little hassle apart from looking after his cat when he was
away and I didn't really mind the thing.

'Hi Moggs,' I greeted it as I ushered John in on his first visit. I know, I
know it was a stupid name but I hadn't named the bloody thing.

'Moggs?' John laughed and picked up the dim witted tabby, mind you they
made a good pair on the intellectual front.

'Had to call her, him or it something, John my son. Wanna tea, coffee, hot
choccy?'

'The latter, my good man,' John camped and started to tickle the cat which
promptly sank her claws into his hand. 'Fuckin' thing...'

I made him his drink and settled for my usual cuppa and then took him upto
my little lounge. The idea was to relax for a while as we had stacks of
time in hand but John wasn't the relaxing type. The expression about having
ants in his pants suited him well but it wasn't his ants I was interested
in.

'You want to come next door?' I asked as he finished his drink.

'Why? What's next door?' He smirked up at me.

'The bedroom,' I massaged his shoulders as he sat and bent over to run my
tongue across the top of his ear and then onto his lips as he craned
around.

'Took your time,' he mumbled.

'Come on, Sweet Nuts.'

'You should know,' he giggled as I grabbed his hand and towed him into the
bedroom. After that is was easy, it was what we both wanted after
all. 'Nice and warm in here,' he wriggled around as I undid the top of his
scruffy jeans and rucked up his sweat shirt exposing his smooth and gently
rounded belly. I was finding that I was beginning to get a thing about his
belly, and his spine, and his thighs and all the other smooth bits he had,
I even liked his whispy pubes which were darker than his dirty blonde hair.

'Mmmmm...' I rucked up his shirt exposing his coral pink nipples and sucked
the sticky out nubs, until they were as hard as little currants. He made a
meal of stroking my hair and tugging his shirt clear until he was laying
there bare chested and with his jeans gaping. I could see that his penis
was stiff within his thin cotton briefs and he giggled even more as I dry
sucked at the thin material and he attempted to fuck. It could only end one
way and we swiftly moved to undressing each other in 'unseemly haste' as I
read in one story.

Yeah, right. It was a matter of disrobe and fling and then the final little
wrestle until I had him spreadeagle on my bed naked and wanting.

'You big brute,' he grinned and wrapped his arms around me in a bear
hug. Well, a baby bear hug I suppose. I savoured his warmth and smoothness
as I lay him back and guided his legs up. He was totally subservient and
lay there with his eyes closed as I licked his scrotum and took his jerking
cock with it's fully exposed glans deep into my mouth. His legs dropped
onto my shoulder and he made gentle prods into my mouth. 'I'm the
boyfriend, not Derek,' he sighed.

'You are,' I agreed and lapped up his belly and underdeveloped chest to his
lips and then went down again but this time even lower. I sucked his
scrotum and then almost doubling him over attacked his funky little boy
fanny with my lips and tongue. As an aside I must remember to get him under
a shower before I do this stunt again.

'Come on,' he wriggled down into position and held his knees upto his chest
like a little slut and I just placed my swolled knob against his pucker and
pushed. He gave a low moan and his flesh parted admitting me to his inner
heat. His face screwed up but he took it and once I was in a litttle he
relaxed as I began to move to and fro. As he had in the hotel in Fiveways
he wrapped his smooth legs around me and held around my neck with his
arms. 'OK, now, Micky?'

'Fine, John boy,' I got my hands under his slender waist and rocking back
onto my heels slid him onto my stiff meat and he gave another moan and then
a contented sigh as my hardness filled his gut. He let his legs go and now
clutching me even slid himself up and down as I rammed upwards into his
sweet honeypot. It was good but too complicated and I soon had him on his
back and moved in and out slowly until he began to wank himself and kiss me
like a loony.

'Don't,' I removed his hands.

'Gotta suck me then,' he grinned and then snarled at me. 'Come on, harder.'
Jeez, that kid did like a good fucking and I tried my best. After I'd
filled him with my slippery cream I slowly withdrew and as he lay there
with a dreamy look on his face I took his stiff four inch peg into my mouth
and gave him a blow he'd remember for a long time. I teased him and
tantalised him until he begged for me to finish and I did so with two
fingers rammed up his squishy and relaxed arsehole. At the end we lay on
top of the bed shattered and exhausted and I stroked his sweaty body until
it was time to go. My mind was a shambles, I didn't know where I was going,
I was in love with a bloody schoolkid and I was supposed to be a man. More
like a dreamy tart, love was for suckers and here I was smitten.

'Penny for your thoughts, Micky,' he said as we slowly dressed.

'You're supposed to be a boy fuck,' I said brutally. 'Unfortunately, you're
growing on me a bit... like leprosy.'

'I like it,' he giggled. 'You got a way with words but I'm not just a boy
fuck you know.'

'I know, John.'

'You're my boyfriend and don't you forget it,' he picked up the cat who had
been a spectator and calmly walked from the room. That was it, I had a
boyfriend like it or not and there was no way out. Then again, who wanted a
way out.

'Don't forget what you have to say to Derek,' he reminded me as we drove
down the road back to the yard in Mitcham.

'Why don't you pop around one night,' I parroted.

'Close,' he laughed. 'Pop around is the key.' Jeez, I'd strayed into
spyland. Just like Smiley's People only with schoolboys. Knowing John it
could all be a big joke and Derek could tell me to fuck off but I had a
feeling and the feeling I had was that John had gone into some sort of sex
fixer mode. He liked organising and he knew that he had me under his thumb
and maybe also his bigger brother Derek. Mind you, I wouldn't find that out
until I got Derek on his own, if I ever did that was.

We got back into the yard and in the hustle and bustle of loading up for
the next day's run John disappeared, he surfaced again about twenty minutes
later with Derek in tow and they piled in helping. We, and that is the
drivers, didn't normally go out drinking together but Allan suggested we
pop into the local around the corner and he, I and another driver went
around, of course the sons tagged along. There were Derek and John, another
kid around their age and this Andy who was about sixteen, quite dishy and I
noticed both Derek and John seemed quite friendly with him. The fourth lad
glued himself to the juke box and that was him done with. Of course, kids
that age aren't supposed to even be in a pub but trade was slack and it was
the time of year so we got no hassle. I think the kids finished up playing
with one of those football machines whilst we, the drivers just sat there
exchanging small talk and supping beer. It made a nice change and it wasn't
until I saw Derek go to the music box that I made my move.

'How's it going, Del?'

'OK,' he smiled which was a bit of a rarity. 'John looking after you?' Now
there was a question. Did he mean as a vanboy or as a sex slave? I didn't
bother answering.

'You should pop around one night,' I managed to pop the question and hoped
I hadn't fluffed it.

'Mmmm,' he studied the list of records. 'Tomorrow around seven?'

'Fine.'

'See you then,' he poked a coin in the machine, pressed a button and
wandered back to his pals. Jesus, John had actually come through. I was
fixed up with a second brother and I just hoped that John hadn't suggested
that I wanted to play cards or wanted a social evening... surely not.

The next day was the Tuesday and the loads were getting bigger, I had three
dops in North London this time and I had John with me again. Jesus, all he
did was wobble on about Derek. Derek must have run straight off to him and
spilled the beans, I'd heard of brotherly love and all the rest of it but I
didn't know sharing a man came into it... well, I knew now. The surprising
thing was that John with all his boyfriend talk didn't seem to mind in the
slightest. Very odd. He even told me that Derek was circumcised, the only
one in the family to be so. I wasn't fussed I never was into the pro and
anti circumcision argument, a boy has what he has, he hardly gets a
choice. I know some people are violent anti circumcision and some of them
get quite carried away with it but the planet's full of cranks who take
things far too seriously.

Derek was missing when we got back into the yard and John did a bit of
investigating on my behalf. It seemed the older brother had gone home to
get cleaned up as he was visiting friends in the evening... I just hoped
the friends were ficticious and I was the one getting the visit. Spot on
five I dropped John and his dad off at the end of their street and shot
back off home. A shower and a bite to eat were on the menu (as well as
feeding the cat) and then it was nail biting time until seven or
thereabouts.

I tidied the place up, made the bed with KY conveniently tucked under the
pillow and settled down to watch something dire on the box, Hollyoaks I
fancy and you can't get much direr than that one. Woops... an anachronism
there I fancy but no matter. Spot on seven o'clock the front door bell rang
and I charged down the stairs, I had my indoors shorts and slippers on in
spite of the weather so I was stripped for action. I also had all the
heating going full blast just to set the record straight.

'It's just started to fuckin' well snow,' Derek greeted me. I love couth
kids, don't you?

'Come in,' I hustled him in and up the stairs.

'Nice and warm in here anyway,' he commented as I prodded him up the stairs
and directed him to my little lounge.

'Drink; tea, coffee, Coke, lager...' I babbled.

'Can of lager will do fine,' he shucked his big baggy anorak off and
plonked down in a chair. I had time to see that he had nice clean jeans on
and a t-shirt on over a sweatshirt, quite tasty in fact. I returned still
at the gallop and sat opposite handing him a lager. I know stuffing booze
into a fifteen year old or whatever he was is maybe a bit 'off' but it was
nearly Christmas and most of the kids of his age were at it.

'Ah, nice,' he took a long swallow and looked at me boldly. 'Well, here I
am.' He stretched his legs and soaked up a bit of heat from my electric
fire. I was glad it was a bit to hot, it would make geting naked so much
easier. There's nothing quite like getting stripped off in the cold, a
right romance dampener, it's much nicer with a fire going full blast.

We sat in a sort of awkward silence for a few minutes supping our lager and
I made the first move, I was the older and the host so I reckoned it was
upto me. I hopped up and knelt at his feet and started to unlace his huge
bloody boots. I think he went to stop me but relaxed and let me get on with
it.

'You're beginning to strip me or nick my boots,' he grinned looking down at
me.

'Just stopping you buggering up my carpet,' I grinned and managed to get
one of the landing craft off. I was encouraged in one way because you know
what they say about kids with big feet. Luckily Moggs made a grand entrance
as cats do and jumped on his lap. Bloody cat, that's where I was headed. I
managed to get the other boot off and then his socks. I was really chuffed
to see that his feet were nice and clean and he smelt vaguely of soap, at
least he'd made the effort but maybe John had briefed him on my penchant
for munching out boy's cracks.

I moved round the back of his chair as he sat stroking the cat and rested
my arms on the back, he craned his head around and looked up with a
grin. 'You look totally evil.'

'I'm not really.' I dropped my head to nuzzle his soft neck below his
ragged hairline and he wriggled. His hair was brown opposed to John's
scruffy blonde and he was slightly darker skinned but he was just as smooth
and I planted a kiss on the side of his neck. He purred just as much as the
damn cat as I took another peck and his head turned allowing our lips to
brush against each other.

'John boy said you liked to kiss.' He whispered as it ended and his arm
snaked out as he grabbed my neck pulling my head down for another.

'Amongst other things,' I straightened out and he rose with me upsetting
the cat and we stood by the fire. He turned away from the television to
face me and we shared our first proper kiss and then came the tongues. I
didn't know how much time he had but I wasn't going to waste any of it, I
fumbled at his waistband and unclipped it allowing his jeans to sag. He,
for his part grasped my shorts at the fork and felt the shape and size of
my quick arousal.

'Nice one,' he giggled as his jeans dropped to his ankles and I slipped my
hands into the back of his baggy boxers clasping his smooth cheeks. He was
bigger overall than John but he was still a boy coming on a youth I suppose
you'd say. He hadn't quite made it yet and he hugged me like a kid as I
fondled and stroked his ultra smooth cheeks. I dropped to my knees as is my
wont on these occasions and took his boxers down with my hands allowing his
beautiful dark skinned cock to spring free. He was larger than John
obviously and it was sooooo nice. Neatly circumcised with a bulging dull
red glans and a meaty dark skinned shaft. He had a heathy dark brown pubic
bush but I didn't mess around. I just took it into my mouth and started to
suck at the same time clasping those fabulous buttocks. John was a lucky
fourteen year old if he got to shag with this one, mind you Derek was lucky
as well so I suppose it evened out. He gently fucked into my mouth but
began to drop to the floor in front of the fire and I thought why not? In a
lull between the sucking and kissing we managed to get his top gear off and
I got my stuff out of the way and then we were naked on my fluffy carpet
surveyed by Moggs sitting up in the armchair taking it all in.

I was never too sure if Moggs was a he or a she but Derek was all boy and
once naked we wrestled around and his boy cock got harder and harder as did
mine. His glans was geting redder by the minute and his balls were as tight
as two peas in a pod. This kid was very seriously about to pop at any
moment.

'Calm down,' I lay him flat out and stroked his svelte and lissom form as
he wriggled trying to feed his sex back into my mouth. I moved around and
brought my middle upto his face and he got the idea. A second later I felt
his hot mouth around my organ and he was sucking away like I was an iced
lolly. 'How long can you stay?' I managed to ask before we really got
carried away.

'Gotta be home for eleven,' he slobbered around my erection.'

'Excellent,' I dived onto his saliva slicked meat again. This time we'd go
for a squirt and then go to bed, the night was young and I really was up
for a roll in the hay. My guilty secret was that Derek was far more me than
John but I wasn't going to rock any boats... I just wanted to shag Derek's
sweet little arse until he squeaked... grrrrrr!

It was beginning to get sweaty so close to the fire but we pulled back a
bit and I managed my usual, I got my hands between his cheeks as we both
sucked and I gave a little prod. His cock jerked in my mouth as I got one
finger into his sweaty but tight little pucker and kept it there prodding
in and out as he fucked my face. He had to go soon and he did.

He gave a strangled groan around my hardness and then his tummy and bum
tensed as his cock jerked in my mouth and I felt the warm splashes of his
boy spuunk in the back of my throat. A second blast and then I sucked his
softening cock dry. He continued to do me until I offloaded a generous
helping of cum into his swallowing and gobbling. 'Cor, that was something
else,' he gasped and squeezed my penis like a toothpaste tube extracting
the final dribble from my slit. 'Yeauchy,' he frowned but his tongue
flickered out and he removed the last of the juice oozing from my
organ. 'It's bloody hot in here,' he wiped sweat from his brow and I stood
and hauled him up.

'It's cooler in the bedroom,' I laughed and tugged him away. Moggs gave us
the evil eye but sod he, she or it. We went into a kissy kissy frenzy on
the bed and I was glad to see he was still enthusiastic as we got under the
duvet and got into a snuggle. It wasn't quite the time for Round Two but
soon...

'That was good,' he muttered as he got in really close and rubbed against
me, his cock hadn't gone quite soft and limp and I could feel it hardening
up as he moved up and down against my thigh. 'John says you're versatile,'
he whispered and his warm breath fanned my ear.

'John says a lot,' I smiled at the ceiling. 'Dunno about versatile, I don't
dance and sing.'

'Nah,' he giggled. 'Not that. You know...'

'What?'

'You're versatile,' he stumbled with the word. 'You know... AC/DC.'

'What? Heavy metal?'

'No,' he yelled right in my ear. 'You go both ways I mean.' He pushed up
tightly and I could feel he was right back to a full erection which was
pretty amazing considering the short length of time since his recent
cum. 'We both get to do the dirty...' He gave an evil chuckle he must have
got from a film. 'You do me and I do you, sorta thing.'

'Sorta thing,' I echoed and turned to face him. 'You and your brother are a
right pair of dirty little sods.'

'Ain't we,' he grinned and fed my own penis now half hard again between his
smooth thighs. 'You like that, Micky?' He clamped his legs and moved a
little. Yeah, right. Did I like it, I was as hard as a chocolate frog again
and reaching around him and grasping his soft bottom made it even worse.

'Yeah,' I moved between his legs. 'I like it.'

He giggled and we dry humped, me between his legs and he up between our
bellies. It was nice in the milder warmth of the bedroom the only thing a
bit offputting was Moggs wandered on and hopped on the end of the bed and
started purring. I didn't normally let the bloody thing wander about my
place but I suppose this was a special occasion and Derek didn't seem to
mind. From his subdued moaning and groaning I suspected that he was ready
for the main attraction... that being me of course, I reached under the
pillow and grasped the KY, he could go first. I could feel his hardness on
my belly and it was already slippery, he was either precumming or it was
left overs from last time but we didn't have all night. I managed to peel
him off me and laid him on his back, I think he may have thought he was
getting another blow but not so. I got a handfull of lube and slowly wanked
it into his stiffness until it was like an oiled spike and he muttered at
me to stop.

'You got it in you?' I put a craft smear on my ring just to be on the safe
side.

'Try me,' he grinned confidently.

'OK. Traditional.' I think that confused him somewhat but he got it as I
rolled onto my belly and parted my legs.

'John calls this the Missionary,' Derek laughed and I felt his knees inside
mine as he knelt upright between my legs.

'Young John's a bit confused but never mind,' I laughed but reached back
and grasped his sweat tacky hips as I felt his oiled organ stiff and
slippery between my buttocks. I wanted his boycock right enough, I just
didn't want him to go mad. Nice and gentle would be ideal, mind you 'nice
and gentle' aren't words you usually associate with young boys.

'Alright,' he whispered and I felt his breath on my neck as I felt his
slick knob press against my pucker.

I barely had time to reply before I felt him broach me and then the
slippery lump began to open me and fill me with his youthful sex. He did
take his time and I finished up pushing up onto him as he began to move. He
was good, he started slowly and then worked himself into a regular rythm
and I just lay there working with him just enjoying the feeling of his hard
and youthful boy cock slipping in and out of my gut. He was bigger than
John but not by much and he was easy to acomodate, I pushed up into a doggy
position and that's when he started to rump and I mean rump. He clearly had
the urge and he went for it hammering away like there was no tomorrow. The
bedding had now slipped away and we rutted and that's the word of choice as
the bedroom sounded to sweaty thwacks as he slammed into my body time after
time until I heard him gasp and give one almighty lunge and stayed glued to
me as I gently subsided onto the bed.

'Jesus, Micky,' he groaned and I felt his slippery meat throb and then felt
his warm fluid spurt up into my bum. He did well, I'll give him that. Maybe
it was even better than his first but it was a goody as they say. He gave a
few more tired movements into my messy hole and just lay on me nuzzling at
the back of my sweaty neck.

'OK?'

'Brill,' he gave a final dig and then carefully slipped free allowing me to
roll over. 'Did the earth move for you?' He giggled.

'The bed nearly collapsed,' I smiled back at him and grabbed his neck. This
time the kiss and the tongue munching went on forever as I wrestled with
him savouring his sweet mouth and even sweeter body as it was now sweat
soaked and he was as slippery as an eel. I had him onto his back and his
legs were up already around my waist. I could feel my straining and almost
sore erection slipping against his undercarriage and he grasped it guiding
it to his pucker. No fingering or licking at the little pucker this
particular evening, he wanted it right now.

'Slowly,' he stared at me as I made contact. I felt his flesh yield a
little and could see from the expression on his face that he was just about
prepared but ready or not I pushed a little harder and felt him
give. 'Aaah.' he grabbed my hips but it was to late. My glans was inside
him compressed by his anal muscle and now expanding as it entered his
passage and his muscle gripped my shaft. 'Jesus...' he held onto my hips
and smiled upwards. 'Is it in?'

'Cheeky prick,' I moved in even more and then started to move my hips to
and fro. Assuming John was his one and only up until now I or my knob were
going places unexplored by man, virgin territory just to lighten the mood a
bit.

'Yeah,' he wriggled around a bit andhis grip loosened a bit and he began to
run his hands up and down my sides as I crouched over him now firmly
sheathed in his deliciously smooth and firm bottom and began to go.

As I sank deeper into his incredible heat and tightness I wondered how many
times John had actually done him because my Derek spiked like a insect on a
pin was very much a virgin in feel and in actions. He moaned, he groaned
and he held onto me as if for grim death. He was so bloody tight and to cut
the drivel, he was a damn good fuck. As I was about half into him he
started to move with me and even force himself up onto my thrusts and then
we did the combined bit... mouths glued together and me sliding in and out
sinking deeper into his willing flesh every time until at last my pubics
nestled under his shrunken scrotum and I gave that final push that
confirmed that I was in and in all the way. I had no more to give in the
way of Doctor Micky's Meat Injection it was now down to application.

'Whoa...' he expelled air. 'That feels bloody huge,' he clampen on me and
smiled a little tearfully. 'Orrite?'

'Fine, lover boy,' I took my final long kiss and started to move nice and
slowly. I'd give him one to remember, one for him and his brother to
compare notes about. I started off slow and drew out until it was just my
glans lodged in him and took a long and even slower return until I jolted
against him but he soon tired of this and urged me to go faster.

'Harder, harder,' he muttered as I began to work up a sweat. he liked it,
there were no two ways about it, he wasn't just keeping score with his
younger brother, he genuinely liked being fucked and as I liked fucking it
worked out well. By the time we drew to a close we were both a sweat bathed
heap on the bed and the climax was a fitting end.

It was a good one. Well, with a boy like Derek it had to be, he drew out
the best in me and I gave him a maxi cum. My spurting and splashing filled
him with my slippery cum and at the end when I withdrew my creamy spunk
ooozed from gaping hole onto my bedding. I actually sat there and watched
his dark hole close up back to normal before clasping his hot body in my
arms and sharing a passionate post coital gum mashing fest.

'It's still quite early,' he glanced at my little clock right at the end.

'You don't want another go,' I looked at him wondering how much stamina
this kid had.

'No, no,' he laughed. 'I don't want to leave too late, it's a long walk in
the snow.'

'Don't worry, I'll drive you down,' I assured him and pulled the bedding up
over us just as Moggs jumped onto the bed. Just like happy families really
but he began to get active again after around an hour of semi snooze and
lazy fumbles. I felt his penis against my leg again and he was hardening
up... bloody amazing.

'I can't help it,' he whined as I gave it a less than gentle slap.

'Right, Randy. Lay still, I need to get some stuff.'

'What stuff?' He looked at me as I slipped from the bed.

'Tissues for starters.'

'Oh.'

I raced down to the bathroom and paid a quick function visit, which is the
discreet way of saying I perched and voided his babies, disgusting I know
but it enambled me to move faster. I gathered up the gear I needed and even
managed to rescue a couple of cans of Fosters and was on my way back.

'Thought you'd run away,' he smiled at me lazily quite happy in his drying
sweat and sex stink.

'No chance,' I snapped a can and handed him one. 'Sit still,' I ordered him
as he propped himself against the headboard and started to sip his drink. I
gave his chest and as he opened his legs his tacky penis (half hard) and
his smooth scrotum a nice soapy spongey bathe. After that a nice fluffy
towel came into action until he was nice and clean and reasonably
fresh. Needless to say with the attentions his boy cock had filled out and
was sticking up on his flat belly proud and hard again. Amazing, the
vitality of kids but he seemed quite unconcerned at his spike twitching on
his belly, he was more interested in supping his Fosters. 'Put your can
down for a moment,' I murmured. 'And roll over, I wanna clean up your bum.'

'Very subtle,' he giggled but did as I'd asked and lay on his tummy with
his legs parted. I wiped into his crack with a bunch of tissues cleaning
the spilt spunk and mess and then gave him the soapy sponge again. I also
tried a finger and then two, he was undamaged and quite relaxed. I was hard
again and tempted but I knew I just didn't have it in me but I was pretty
certain he had. I dried him again and he rolled back onto his back grabbing
his can again, I glanced at the clock just to make sure... No problems
there.

By the time I got rid of all the gear to a corner of the room and sat back
on the bed he was back onto his can and I did the same.

'T'was good tonight,' he grinned at me. 'John and I were talking earlier
on...'

'And?'

'We were thinking we could come around and have a bit of rumpy pumpy with
your landlord out of the way that is.'

'What, use my place for a lover's tryst.'

'Dunno what that means, we were thinking more along the lines of having a
shag in peace and quiet.'

'No chance,' I laughed. 'I get to watch.'

'Natch,' he grinned. 'That was the idea... you get to be involved sorta
thing.'

'Sounds good.'

'It will be,' he smirked. He placed his empty can on the side and stretched
himself out. It was time to get dressed. Well, no it wasn't, it was time
for me to give him a little thank you present. I produced the short length
of ribbon I had secreted earlier and started to tie it around the neck of
his ballbag. 'Whatcha doing,' he wriggled and laughingly tried to escape.

'Lie still,' I flathanded his belly until he lay there supine probably more
out of curiosity than anything else. I tied the ribbon tight but not too
tight with a slip knot. You do this one with older boys you have to watch
for nipping pubic hairs but all he had was the little bush above his penis
on his lower belly or mons pubis I think they call it. His scrotum was as
smooth as a dead mouse which sounds a bit horrible but I rescued one from
Moggs the other day and thought at the time how much it felt like a boy's
soft noodle.

Try it dear readers. it's true.

Anyway, as the Prime Minister says: Back to basics. I got the ribbon
secured and his balls were tight in their sac nicely isolated from his
jerking cock, it was torture time. I gave him a little hand job as he lay
flat out and relaxed. It was nice and firm and came to a full hardon in a
minute or so. It was then time to give his tight balls and his distended
cock a nice tongue bathing and then take the swollen glans into my mouth.

'You'll kill me,' he whispered and thrust up into my mouth. 'What's the
ribbon for?'

'You'll find out, baby,' I tugged him in closer and then went to town
giving him long laviscious sucks running my wet lips up and down his now
straining meat. By now it was really hard and his glans was bulging and as
red as a tomato but I pressed on, he wasn't going anywhere. After a while
he started moaning and groaning probably expecting to do a mini or even
fire some blanks but he suddenly realised that his cock wasn't performing
as usual.

'I wanna cum,' he croaked fucking even harder into my mouth. I just smiled
back up his belly. Not just yet, my son. I lifted him up a bit and slipped
a finger through his ring still quite slick and easy holing in one and he
wriggled on it still fucking away. His cock was now like a steel bar and
his glans was deep red, plum coloured in fact and felt like one of those
dark purple veggy or fruit things you see in the supermarkets. Smooth,
slippery and so big... he could explode at any minuted but he wouldn't. Mr
Ribbon held him at bay.

I went for two fingers at the end and was merrily finger fucking him and
enjoying his writhing and moaning until he begged me to let the ribbon
go. I untied it in the end and slipping my fingers free grabbed his hips
and began to suck like a sucky thing (great powers of description there). I
took his swollen organ deep into my throat even feeling his swollen glans
nudge at my choke point and he suddenly cum.

Wow, that ribbon stunt really worked. I felt a really meaty and almost
solid splat of his boy juice shoot into my mouth to be promptly be
swallowed and then a further weaker jet and then finally sweet juice
dribbles of boy cum. This time he was drained. This time it was well and
truly over.

'Gawd, I gotta try that on Randy Johnny,' he whispered between more
kissing.

'Good way to make a wank last,' I informed him. Tuition's my strong point
by the way. Teach the young and they can teach the young and so on, the aim
being planetwide pervdom but I'm still working on it.

I ran my fingers up his spit slicked shaft slowly (Beowulf is full of
alliteration by the way) coaxing the final little dribble from his pee slit
and then licked it off.

'Dirty sod,' he grinned and made a futile prod towards my mouth but this
time he'd really shot his bolt, his noodle was spent, it was drooping,
young Derek was drained and poor ol' John wouldn't have too much to play
with tonight.

'Quick shower and I'll knock you up a sandwich,' I gave his softy a final
kiss.

'It's alright for John and myself to fix something up then?'

'Yeah,' I gave his naked body one final cuddle. problem was that he was so
tasty, he had to go but I wanted to hang onto him and I couldn't... so
bloody frustrating but if ya gotta go, you gotta go. 'Be careful, Del boy.'

'My middle name,' he slipped from the bed and grabbing the towel headed for
the bathroom giving me a cheekly wiggle of his tight little fanny on the
way. Well, that was it I thought as I idly stroked Moggs. I'd got myself
lumbered with two scruffy oiks, gaolbait to put it mildly and I'd fallen in
love with John and now I felt pretty much the same way about Derek. Still,
he could have his shower, I'd give him a snack and get him on his
way. Tomorrow was another day, another cliche but there you go and after
peering through the curtains I found it was snowing again.

Great, we were going to have a white Christmas but at least this time I was
going to spend some of it with the brothers from hell. Seemed pretty good
to me.


			      To be continued


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