Date: Mon, 22 Oct 2007 16:37:21 EDT
From: GCutter66@aol.com
Subject: FIVEWAYS - 3

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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FIVEWAYS



Part 3



by



G. Cutter




I took Derek home in my old clunker and dropped him at the end of his
street. It was snowing quite heavily which didn't fuss me too much.
Wimbledon and Mitcham weren't exactly outside London more on the edge and
we had enough through traffic to mash this lot by the time I went to
work. The problem was tomorrow was the final day of big loads and all the
slush and sliding about made life as a delivery driver a pain in the
rear. Never mind, one had to earn a living and Christmas Eve was something
to look forward to.

Goughs organised things so that any deliveries on the Christmas Eve were
purely emegencies and none were out of towners. If you had a store outside
the Greater London area you were stuffed. Of course, the idea was that the
Depot was shut down by midday or shortly after that. The Transport Manager
and the Depot Manager slung a load of beers, lagers and fizzy wines into
our messroom and we drivers, the depot staff and the boys went wild.
Meaning we drunk as much as we could without getting insensible and then a
few of the harder drinkers finished up in the local pub mission
accomplished. The way the Christmas fell this particular year we wouldn't
be back in the yard until Tuesday of the following week which was fine by
me.

I had enough food in the place for Moggs and myself, I had deep frozen
ready meals for emergencies and enough in the way of munchies for any
guests not that I was expecting any. I had a vague invitation to go around
a friend's place on the Boxing Day but it was vague and I'm not a great
adventurer, I like a quiet Christmas holiday and if the boys paid a visit
that would be enough.

The following day was as expected cold, miserable and not made any better
having been allocated four drops in the West End of all places, the good
news was that Allan Steers, the boy's dad had copped a depot job and I
finished up with both John and Derek as aides. I needed them, as I recall I
had over five hundred cases to drop off and that, in our game, was a lot.
It turned into a shit day, the weather was snow on and off, the traffic was
murderous and to cap it off the shops were busy so co-operation from them
was minimal. In the end we managed to get back to the yard around four
o'clock in the afternoon and that was it. Job done and day ended, I was
bloody well exhausted and the boys were pretty well done up.

'Christmas Eve tomorrow,' John cheefully informed us as I reversed into my
slot to take on the morning load.

'Brainiac,' Derek sneered.

'Bollocks.' John retorted. I did say earlier he was a master of couth.

'Come on you two,' Allan, their dad walked over. He nodded at me and
laughed. 'They've got to help their mother tonight get the shopping in.'

'Aw... dad,' the boys chorused like a pair of spoilt brats but they went
nevertheless. I don't think Allan stood for any nonsense with the pair of
them. Mind you, with six kids I suppose you have to keep on top of them. I
wondered as I got ready to go home if he had the slighest inkling what they
got up to in private. Highly unlikely I would have though and long may it
remain that way for their sakes as well as mine. I made my way home to
solitude and a night in front of the televsion with Moggs. I'm not a great
lover of pets and far too often they can become pests but old Moggsy looked
after itself and other than nicking all the good seats was no trouble. He,
she or it had a catflap in the lower kitchen and was a clean animal to have
around. Her only annoying habit was bringing lumps of dead bird and the
occasional field mouse into the house. I suspected it was pretty poor sex
but I hadn't sunk to bestiality yet.

The next day, the Christmas Eve was colder still and there was a light snow
just settling on what remained of the old. The main thing was that in town
the roads were clear and well gritted although from the television news the
countryside was in a bit of a state. I thought briefly of the copper and
landlord at Fiveways, I should have sent them an annonymous card but maybe
not, I just hoped that John and I hadn't made too much noise although no
one had commented.

I got down the yard and I'd checked my load although I had a run with a
cargo a kid could have handled, around fifty boxes and all for one shop
down in Sutton. We or I would be on their doorstep for them opening up and
back in the yard finished for eleven or twelve worstways. To make life even
easier Allan came with me, the boys much to their disgust were left in the
yard to do a pre holiday clean up. They didn't grumble too much though, all
the boy helpers would be getting little brown envelopes from the Transport
Manager before being let loose on the staff drinkies.

It made a hell of a difference doing a run with an experienced helper, no
disrespect to the boys but Al and I had the load in the shop in twenty
minutes and with dockets signed were on our way back to the yard arriving
around eleven fifteen. We had stopped for a bite to eat on the way and were
feeling quite pleased with ourselves. In fact, as we went into the yard
there was one lorry in front and one behind so things were working out
pretty well overall.

'The boys said they might pop around tonight,' Allan remarked on the way
back.

'Pop around where?' I replied rather stupidly.

'Your place,' Allan said slowly. 'You invited them around apparently.'

'Oh, yeah,' I ad libbed like mad. The silly little pricks, they could have
warned me. 'I just hope I don't collapse after this dinner time freebee.'

'You won't,' Allan declared confidently. 'You don't drink enough.'

'You can have my share,' I laughed. 'I've got to drive through Colliers
Wood roundabout and the Old Bill are always lurking, a couple of cans are
enough.'

'Take the boys, they're good camouflage .'

I didn't say any more, I didn't want to until I could consult with my pair
of idiots, they could have cooked up any cock and bull story and it would
be nice to see what they'd said first before getting into it any further.
Luckily I was saved by having to park the van up for the holidays, complete
log books and do the routine checks before standing her down.

As soon as I finished I managed to grab John and hustle him into a corner.

'What's this about you visiting my place tonight, you and your brother.'

'Yeah,' he grinned. 'We talked about it last night and decided if we came
around we could sleepover. Mum and dad'll probably appreciate a bit of
peace and quiet.'

'Great, you could have told me.'

'It's alright, isn't it?' He asked anxiously. 'Three of us all on our own,'
he grinned knowing full well he'd put his foot in it.

'Yeah, I suppose... Hang on, what did you say about sleeping over.'

'Well, you don't want to drive on Christmas Eve and we don't want to
walk. 'Tis a holiday after all.'

'Don't you want to be home for the present opening and all that sort of
thing.'

'We don't bother with all that, the kids are into all that.' I presumed he
was talking about the younger brothers but if he and Derek weren't
concerned why should I be. Sleeping over sounded a great idea, I just
wanted to make sure their mum and dad were reading from the same hymn sheet
first. We stooged around and watched the other lorries come in with their
drivers and other boys and all was nicely stood down for twelve thirty. The
Depot and Transport Managers rang the big bell and announced the day
officially over and Christmas begun. Now came the traditional beer, wine
and munchies and being nice to everyone you've hated all year... I won't go
into it as I'm sure you all know what office parties are like and this was
only the blue collar equivalent.

I joined Allan and Paul one of the eighteen year olds I might have touched
on earlier, one of those who had spent quality time with me. He was quite
Romany in a way, including the curly hair and the dark skin tone but he was
nothing of the sort. He was of Italian stock although he always made heavy
hints of his gypsy background. Ah, well, it kept him happy and what's wrong
with being of Italian stock? The main thing he was versatile, he both gave
and take and he was probably deeper in the closet than I was, he even had a
girlfriend and I often wondered who shagged who but there you go. People
are strange, remember that opening that vampire film, 'The Lost Boys' I
think it was.

'Hi Paul, Al,' I sat down with a modest little fizzy drink. God knows what
it was, one of the Astis I think and pretty safe to drive on considering
most of the borough were as pissed as parrots.

'You got enough food for them? They will start chatting you up for a meal
around six or seven,' Allan suddenly spoke.

'Yeah, no probs,' I lied. If they were going to get fed it would be
something out of the freezer or maybe just beans on toast. I saw Paul's
ears prick up being a nosey sod.

'Entertaining, Micky?' He asked.

'Just got John and Derek stopping over,' I replied. That was a tester by
the way for Allan but he didn't comment, mind you he was just into a six
pack of Ruddles which has been known to confuse the average brain. Talk
about mixing your drinks, fizzy sparkly and traditional five percent dark
ale, yeuchy.

'Yeah,' Paul looked at me and winked.

'Yeah.'

I heard a noise behind me and Charlie Cackitt (what a name but amazing I
remembered after all these years), the Depot Manager was calling the boys
in for their little payouts which as I recall from the previous year were
quite generous. Pretty much the same this year I imagined watching the
sunny smiles as they hurriedly dived into their brown envelopes. I do like
happy boys, they're much easier to handle but I was keeping a craft eye on
Paul. His interest was clearly perked as he was looking at me and the boys
and I could hear the gears grinding in his head... very slowly I might add
but that was Paul. The main thing was that both John and Derek had big
cheesy grins on their faces, they were quite obviously happy with their
payouts. We drivers and the depot staff also got an extra week on basic on
the Friday before Christmas so we were all in a pretty good mood. Of
course, on this particular year we'd been paid a week in advance anyway
with the payday falling on a holiday. The trouble is Christmas is an
expensive time but most people reading know all that. And January, no one
mentions January.  So... back to the story.

The boys were messing around with their mates and Allan excused himself to
go and chat to someone else, knowing Allan it would be regarding moving to
the local for a further piss up something I was rather keen to avoid. I
didn't want to be gifted with two randy boys for the evening and night and
then fall asleep or suffer a hangover halfway through it all. I don't mind
a couple of drinks and sex but not drunken sex, that's no good at all.

'So, the boys going around your place for the night?' Paul looked at me
keenly and I could see the cogs in his brain had stopped rotating and he'd
reached a conclusion.

'Yeah, keeps me company and gives Allan a quiet night.'

'Nothing like a bit of young company,' Paul grinned. 'I thought you were
into older teenies?'

'I was,' I answered shortly. Let him work that one out.

'You were... past tense.' He'd picked up on it straight away which was
pretty smart for him. Did I mention he wasn't the brightest fairy light on
the tree? Just good sex.

'I was,' I repeated.

'I like that Derek,' he suddenly came out with. 'Very tasty.'

'He is,' I agreed letting him do the running. He'd get to the point later
on.

'How's about putting in a word for me?' Well, well. He'd arrived at his
point a bit sooner than I expected.

'What are you doing tonight?'

'Going on the piss, dodging mum and dad and the girlfriend.'

'Well, you know where Derek will be. You have my number.'

'You suggesting I crash your little party?'

'I was going to suggest you give me a bell if you're still sober around
seven or eight and we can maybe fix something up.'

'Fix what up?' He looked eager.

'Fix up you sleeping over and joing in. No promises though.'

'OK. I've got to visit a mate this afternoon. I'll give you a ring later.'

'Do that.' Now that was the subject closed as far as I was concerned. If
Paul was a girl you'd have used all those delightful old expressions like
flighty, up in the clouds, away with the pixies. He was a one off, he had a
memory like a sponge and a sense of purpose like a cageful of weasels. By
my reckoning he'd have completely forgotten the conversation in two
hours. Oh, yeah. The clincher was that once he started drinking he didn't
stop until he fell down or got into a fight and got knocked down. Paul was
one of those but when he was sober and under control, he was pleasant
enough and he was good sex. When he had a few drinks in him he was
useless. I wrote him off anyway, I'd see him after Christmas and he'd be
none the wiser.

'Hey, hey,' John and Derek dumped themselves at my table as Paul
departed. 'Dad says he's gone around the Albion with Ted, George and a
couple of others... said he'll see you around there.' They both looked at
me and I realised I was on trial. Jeez, I was under scrutiny by two bloody
schoolkids, Derek was pulling his hoody up and down like he was going on a
mugging blitz at any moment.

'Paul Goodsell just told me he fancies you, Derek,' I spoke quietly but all
the noise the other end of the room masked out our chat.

'Really,' Derek's voice broke in a squeak and John laughed maybe thinking I
was making a poor joke.

'Honestly,' I assured him. 'And he's serious.'

'You two must have done it if you can talk like that together,' John
pointed out. 'I always thought there was something funny about Paul.'
Coming from him that was a bit ripe but I ignored him. Derkek had flushed,
gone all girly and now was looking around for Paul who had disappeared.

'He fancies me like er...'

'Like er...' I agreed with a grin. 'He might give me a bell tonight if
you're interested in a litttle adventure..'

'Yeah, go on Del, go on,' John urged his brother on.

'Upto you,' Derek neatly fielded the ball or was it left in my court, I get
confused with these ball sayings. He passed the buck as they say over the
pond, put it that way.

'OK by me,' I looked at John. 'I've got lover boy here and if you're
sleeping over we can always play mixed doubles later.'

'How's that work,? John asked almost besides himself with excitement.

'Work it out, kids. Listen up, I'm driving around the pub to have a
Christmas drink with your dad, then I'm heading home. What are you two
doing?'

That caused a panic but they decided in the end to run home, drop their mum
some of their earnings and collect some overnight gear and then pick me up
at the pub. I had firm instructions to tell their dad what they were doing
and to wait for them. Amazingly enough it was as easy as that and that's
the way it worked out.

I did drop them off at the end of the street and headed for the pub, the
snow was now steady and it looked like we were going to have a real white
Christmas for a change. I pitied the last minute shoppers but basically I
just wanted to get home and chill out. The boys probably wanted sex but
there are other things in life on Christmas Eve, televsion, food and
drink... yeah, right.

There was quite a mob in the pub and I sighted Paul propping up the bar, he
gave me a nod and a grin and that was it. I collected myself a shandy and
sat down with Allan who was well on his way to wifey trouble by the looks
of things.

'Aintcha got the boys?' He looked around slightly bewildered.

'They've gone home to get some gear and give Rose (that was his wife by the
way) some money. They're going to come around and meet me in an hour.'

'Good boys they are,' Allan smiled proudly. Yeah, if only he knew. 'Don't
let them take the piss out of you Mick. It's good of you to take them for
the night. Rosie and me can unwind a bit with those two maniacs out of it.'

'It's nice to be a Christian over the Yuletide Season.' I managed to say
that without laughing as well.

'Whatever turns you on,' he laughed. Fortunately Allan appreciated that I
didn't drink a lot but some of the others were quite annoying trying to get
me drinks. I nearly got to the stage of: 'What don't you understand about
'no thank you, arsehole' but the Christmas spirit won out and I just
ignored them. I was quite happy when an hour later the Junior Steersies
arrived and had a natter with Al. I did notice that Derek went over to the
bar and had a quick word to Paul but he didn't linger. They got a list of
does and don'ts from their father and I received an invitation to Christmas
Dinner on the morrow and instructions to return them for midday. I didn't
believe my ears but made a pretty speedy job of cutting and running after
that. 'A nod's as good as a wink to a randy perv' as it says in the Penguin
Book of Quotations. I let the boys clear the snow off the windows as I
flashed up and warmed up the beast. It was well below freezing and the snow
flakes were like bloody dinner plates. By the time Al came out his car
would be a snowball but at the rate he was going maybe an expensive taxi
might be the best bet.

'Here we go, here we go,' Derek climbed in the front and John got into the
back singing their little heads off. They weren't the Carpenters that was
for sure but never mind, I knew who I'd rather have around for Christmas
and they were Mitcham schoolies not American singers.

'What did Paul have to say?' I asked Derek out of curiosity.

'I just a asked him if what you said was true,' Derek glanced at me.

'Well?'

'He just said yes it was and he hoped to see me later on,' Derek
giggled. 'He's nice and he was standing there with a stiffy on, I saw it.'

'Probably found someone's wallet,' John sniffed.

'Shurrup,' Derek spoke over his shoulder but I was more interested in
navigating off the Estate and onto the main road. The snow was getting
really bad. We could be snowed in at this rate but at least it came at a
good time. Work was finished and I had supplies for the holiday weekend. if
the supplies ran out I could always eat the boys... Well, I was going to do
than anyway after I got them into a bath or under shower of course.

Luckily the house next door was empty and had been for some time so I stuck
the car on their hardpad and forgot about it for the holiday, at least it
was offroad and wouldn't get bashed by a gritter or anthing else sliding
by. The boys got their caps, coats and boots off as soon as we got indoors
and I made up a nice hot brew of cocoa. I expect they'd both have gone for
something alchoholic but it only mid afternoon and we had time for booze
later.

'Bath or shower you two,' I declared as I saw the mugs emptying.

'Aah... later,' John pleaded. Well, that was a normal teeny reaction to
bathing and cleanliness but I insisted and eventually got my way. The deal
being that I had to show them how... OK, it even sounded a bit limp for me
but it was a good way to get the ball rolling. Now I had the two of then I
hadn't got much idea how to get started and getting warm and clean seemed a
good beginning.

We managed to get outselves sorted out in my bedroom and trooped downstairs
draped in towels to be approached by Moggs who seemed to be patrolling the
landlord's rooms. He, she or it made friends with our shins and legs as
cats do and then galloped upstairs probably to claim a seat for the next
live boy on boy porn show which just went to show the animal wasn't that
dumb.

The boys crammed into the small shower cubicle and giggles ensued as I
topped up the bath and settled for a sudsy foamy whatsit. Of course that
wasn't going to last as firstly John decided to get in with me and then
Derek just to confuse the issue. The only good thing to come out of it was
that we all got ourselves clean, the bathroom got wrecked and everyone
finished up as hard as little garden gnomes. Not much change there then.

'We didn't do anything last night,' John declared half way through the
drying off.

'We didn't get the chance,' Derek laughed making a playful grab for John's
stiffy but John didn't jump back as expected. Derek grabbed John's hardness
and fondled it slowly wanking and looking at me as if asking permission.

'Sounds like my cue to ask for a live sex show,' I grinned. I knew they
were up for it and I really did fancy sitting there watching two kids shag
each other. Perfectly normal pastime I would have thought for a Christmas
Eve. They were over my place to let their hair down in a manner of speaking
so let them do just that.

We galloped upstairs as it was bloody cold down on the ground floor but
nice and warm in my rooms and I was going to keep it that way, sod the
expense... as they say, it only comes once a year. I peered through the
curtains and the snow was still falling but the good thing was the passing
traffic was keeping the roads clear. I even saw a bus pass on the main road
so public transport was still running. The one thing that I found doubtful
and that was Paul. With his short attention span he'd probably forgotten
all about Derek by now and if not the weather would put him off a bit as
without a car getting from the depot area to my place was quite a
hike. Anyway, enough of that, the boys were going into their routine in
front of the fire which could be classified as heavy petting. Moggs was on
the armchair so I took the small sofa for the viewing.

John and Derek were murmuring sweet nothings to each other and having a
kiss fest, most odd, I just fancied they'd get stuck into each other but
this was nice.. much better than the television and the colour was better.

Oh ho, action. John started it by mouthing down his brothers chest, onto
his rounded belly and then taking Derek's circumcised hardness into his
mouth. Derek, for his part moved himself around wanking John, inspecting
under the freshly washed foreskin and then taking the smaller morsel into
his mouth. Needless to say, I was as hard as a rock looking down onto these
street scruffy angels going sixty niners. John finished on his back and
Derek crouched over him sucking and slobbering. I could see right into
Derek's dark shadowed crack and even the occasional glimpse of his darker
skinned pucker but with steely self control stopped myself jumping up and
shafting him on the spot. Derek was going active. I saw his hand slip under
John's bottom and start to fiddle around and then John raised his legs and
I could see that as well as sucking, Derek had a finger in John and was
teasing and easing the smaller boy's back hatch. John loved it (well, I
knew that), he was squirming around on the moving finger and pumping
vigorously into Derek's mouth. Derek just slowly face fucked John but I saw
him free his finger, lick it and then slip it right back into his brother
deep and hard.

'Do me, Del,' John gobbled around his brother's slippery cock. My little
lover boy, he'd forgotten all about me and Moggs for that matter who stared
at the wriggling figures intently. I must remember to feed the damn thing
later and throw it out for it's evening crap.

Derek reversed himself and lifting John's legs up he forced them back
totally exposing John's bottom and promptly ducked his head and started to
give his brother big cow licks and spreading John's pale cheeks slobbered
and slurped at his brother's hole until it was slick and dripping with
spit. John for his part wrapped his arms around his legs holding them tight
to his chest. I watched keenly as Derek guided his stiffness, his totally
hard and jerking cock to his brother's pucker and pushed in, he then held
John's hips and promptly started to fuck. John's legs came down onto
Derek's shoulders and then slipped down around hias waist and they shagged
on. A well experienced and doubtlessly a familiar routine for both of them
but they seemed to enjoy it all the same. Derek puffed and panted and John
moaned and groaned... I just got harder and harder watching, Moggs seemed
to have gone to sleep.

'Yeah, yeah,' Derek chanted as he slid in and out of his smaller brother
and John just urged him on to go harder and harder. It could only end one
way and with one final thust and a shuddering sob. Derek rammed in for the
last time and I saw his arse cheeks clench and twitch as he clearly well
and truly juiced up his brother.

'That was a good one,' John said lazily and smiled at me past Derek's head
that was resting on his shoulder. 'Could use something a bit bigger for a
finale,' he smirked up at me and dropped his legs forcing Derek to slip
clear.

'Slut,' Derek laughed but clambered to his feet grabbing a towel and
draping it around his shoulder. He put his bare foot on John's erection and
played for a second before jumping over me and forcing me off the
sofa. 'Your go. Micky boy.'

It seemed I had no choice. I had a recently fucked fourteen year old laying
splayed out in front of my fire. He was clearly wanton or was it
wanting. No matter, I too had a quiet night and hadn't even wanked, I was
more than ready for John's little boy pussy spunked up or not. With Derek
staring at us both I shuffled John around so that our audience had a better
view and assumed the position.

'Doggy,' John decided and leapt up and then down again into a crouch with
his sweet bum on offer. I parted his cheeks and saw his recently battered
pucker oozing boy spunk and just positioned and thrust into his welcoming
tightness and heat. 'Yeah...' he sighed in satisfaction as I continued to
push until my pubes mashed against his snowy white bottom. I was in deep
and in hard and he pushed back against me just to make sure. 'Go for it,
Micky. Hurry up, I'm starving.' Well, at least he had his priorities right.

I took it nice and slow and gave Derek a good viewing and a glance showed
me that he was hard and wanking away as he watched us.... kids? But John,
John was so tight and so warm, slick as hell but that's what you get when
you go seconds. He was back to his chanting again... 'Yeah, yeah, yeah.' he
groaned as I pulled him upright and tried to kiss him wrapping my arms
around his narrow chest and ramming savagely into his sweet honey pot. In
the end I came and came well. 'Oooh...' he warbled and laughed as he felt
my meat expand and throb in his little fanny. I was a good one as it always
was with these two boys and we finished up in a spunky mess in front of the
fire. John, Derek and myself followed the cat's example and dozed off at
least we did until I felt John's jerking boy cock at my mouth and I let him
work his wicked will on me. Sounds good... tasted better.

We had a lie down after that, I know it sounds a bit mundane but that's
what we did. Of course, the boys being boys had to keep going and I dozed
off but this time it was John trying to plug Derek, if he did or not I'll
never know. I awoke to the feel of one body laying against me and the sound
of the other in the kitchen sounding like he was wrecking the place. I held
onto the body I had and by feel I deternined that it was little John and
that was confirmed by Derek appearing with a tray of steaming mugs... it
looked like it was time to get up and do the traditional Christmas Eve
thing. I checked the clock on my way through to the bathroom and it was
seven so the television was going at full blast and by the time I got back
the naked boys were perched in front of it as if trying to get inside the
screen. I had a shower and checked the fridge trying to allocate my meagre
goodies and decided I had enough for the night.

I settled down with them and fed them a can of beer apiece, I didn't want
them to get sozzled you understand I just wanted them to relax (or chill as
they say nowadays), the TV wasn't too bad and we just sat there viewing and
having a desultory chat. Funnily enough it wasn't boring as I'd rather
suspected it might be, it was nice just sitting there with a couple of bare
arsed boys and listening to their gossip. If it was to be believed everyone
they knew including their respective classmates and the boys at the depot
were all on the game. I'd take that with a pinch of salt (a pretty huge
pinch at that) but some names did click but I didn't say anything just
filed them for future reference.

I think we were working up upto another sex show or maybe a threesome when
the phone rang and I tore myself from John's skinny armed embrace to
answer. To my surprise it was Paul and even more surprising he sounded
sober and thank God for that.

'Hi, Micky... how's my boys?'

'Your boy's alright, so is mine,' I rather pointedly put him in the picture
there.

He laughed. 'Still alright to come around, it's snowing a blizzard.'

'Is it?' I hadn't even looked out of the window. 'As long as you don't
expect me to collect you.'

'Nah, nah, the buses are still running but they're doing the tortoise bit.'

'We'll be here and Derek wants to suck you to death...'

Paul laughed.

'No I don't,' Derek squealed. 'What a thing to say,' he grumbled to his
brother.

'Yes he does,' John yelled and that was them jumping up and down trying to
wrestle one another onto the floor.

'I heard that,' Paul chuckled. 'I'm on my way but I maybe a half hour or
so.'

'No probs, see you in a bit.' I put the phone down and sorted the boys
out. Jesus, Christmas was supposed to be all about peace and love not a
bloody punch up at least not in my living room and certainly not in front
of the landlord's cat who was giving us all the evil eye as only cats can.

In fact, Paul rolled up a full hour later but when I managed to get down to
answer the door he was holding a carrier bag and I could smell food.

'You're a hero,' I greeted him and got him in, it was bloody freezing and
the snow was now coming down really heavy. There was still the occasional
car but the road outside looked like a bit of Moscow. It was going to be a
snowed in Christmas unless the Council had their guys out on overtime.

'Fish and chips for four,' he smiled modestly. 'I thought I'd buy my way
in.'

'No need, pal. Derek's got the hots for you.'

'Brill,' he laughed and followed me up the stairs.

We didn't bother with plates, just stuck the packets with forks, salt and
vinegar on a big tray and waltzed in to get back into warmth and boys.

We sat around eating and the smell of vinegar and grease is foul but very
English and it was a good icebreaker not that there was too much to be
broken. Derek and John had climbed into their jeans and t-shirts before
Paul had come in so they were decent at least. I knew they had nothing
beneath their clothing but Paul didn't and I think he was a bit surprised
when all the rubbish was cleared away or given over to Moggsy, after that
the boys flopped out on their bellies in front of the fire.

'Wanna watch a bit of porn?' I offered knowing the answer before I asked.

'Boys and girls?' John asked innocently.

'Get real,' Paul laughed. 'Not in this house.'

'True' I admitted. 'Little Krauts, Russians, Dutch boys.'

'Goody,' Derek rolled over and gave Paul what I can only call a sultry
look, a sort of 'shag me' look and Paul just grinned back completely in
charge of himself and the situation. He'd surprised me, he really had, I'd
expected him to roll up half plastered and pass out on the sofa which
wouldn't be the first time. The first time I'd actually done him he'd been
half sloshed but he seemed to accept it as a fact of life and repaid me for
the technical rape I suppose you'd call it. What Derek and John for that
matter were unaware of was that Paul was big. Bodily he was skinnier than I
was although about the same height. I'd said he was younger but his cock,
now that was another thing. It was at least a seven incher and circumcised
to boot and his head or his glans was like a bloody great plum. He hurt me
first time around and I was rather looking forward to Derek's reaction when
he saw the thing in the flesh. Still, as they say, where there's a will
there's a way.

'Righty ho, girls.' I ducked down and got my old compilation tape from it's
storage and stuck it in the machine. As the boys seemed quite happy laying
on the carpet by the fire I got back onto the sofa with Paul and clicked
the remote.

This tape was well bad as John would say in his charming English, it opened
with a very poor segment with a Dutch kid who was around fourteen or
fifteen being sat on by a child and I mean a child. The little blonde could
hardly have been ten but he sailed into the older boy, wanking, sucking and
then perching on the other boy's fair sized erection as if it was
nothing. The culmination came or cum when the older boy did a modest cum
upwards all over the smaler boys balls and noodle.

'Bet you couldn't do that,' Derek muttered to John as he squirmed on the
carpet almost shagging the damn thing.

'I do it all the time with Micky,' John boasted. Well, he hadn't but I
wasn't going to spoil his bit of boasting.

'Yeah...' Derek mouthed scornfully and peeled his shirt off. OK, so it was
warm but I think he was starting his thing. Not to be outdone John did the
same.

The next one was two Russian kids doing the basic sixty niner on a table
and these kids were good lookers probably around the fifteen mark.

'Jesus,' Paul groaned and I could see that he was as hard as a pipe, I
couldn't miss it as the damn thing was outlined in his jeans. I reached
across and grasped it through his trousers and he groaned with pleasure and
slid down the sofa until he was totally at his ease with his long legs
stretched out and his feet rubbing against Derek's.

'Sit up here,' I told Derek, 'I'll lay with John.'

'OK,' Derek grinned cheerfully and replaced me on the sofa. I don't know if
Paul was nervous or a bit shy but if an example needed setting I'm sure
John and I could set one. I grabbed my little boyfriend and with a big
cheesy grin he came into my arms and we went inso snog and snuggle
mode. There you go, an example was being set.

I think Paul gave up at that moment and even more so with Derek alongside
him, he grabbed Del boy and Derek gave the mandatory squeak and cuddled
into Paul's embrace. At that stage I lost interest, John's wam flesh was
exciting me and I busied myslef unzipping his jeans and kissing his pale
smoothness until he was as naked as a baby and warm in my embrace.

Sod the audience, we soon got naked and I was pleasuring myself with John's
body. He was hot and I don't mean from the fire, I could see that he wanted
it and so did I. Glancing up I saw that Derek had got himelf naked and was
all over Paul, Paul had his sweatshirt off amd he'd fnally exposed his
weapon and Derek seemed delighted in it.

'Why don't you go in the bedroom, John and I will settle for out here for
the time being,' I held John's slight frame, the video had given me ideas.

'You sure?' Paul looked up from his companion.

'Yeah, go on.' I dismissed them both. The thought of doing the dirty was
overwhelming but I was still a bit of a granny, I preferred a bit of
privacy, we could join them later, there was no rush after all it was
barely nine o'clock and Christmas Eve's tended to go on forever.

As soon as they'd left us I had John up on the sofa and quickly rewound the
collection of film snippets.

'Betcha want to try the first one?' John grinned eagerly, he was up for the
challenge.

'How'd you guess?' I rescued the spare KY I had tucked away in the sofa
(naturally) and held it as John gave me a preliminary suck. I took the
chance of lubing his tight little button and as he squirmed on my finger
just poked in a little way. He was nice and easy, Derek had done him
already in the afternoon so what I had in mind was quite feasible.

'You haven't lost your touch,' John forced himself down absorbing the rest
of my digit down to the knuckle. 'Oooooh.' He squirmed and smirked up at
me. 'I prefer the real thing.'

'What about Paul?'

'So big,' he giggled. 'Maybe later though.'

I slipped my finger free and lay back on the sofa and he promptly squatted
over me. As I held his hips he slowly lowered himself onto my cock as I
held it upright.

'Gently,' I warned him.

'It looked easy when that kid did it.'

'Yessss.....' I agreed as I felt his body settle on me, a litle jerk and a
moan and I felt his delicious heat and tightness encompass me slowly but
surely. I held him firmly until he had himself well and truly porked and he
had his hands in the right position.

'Whee,' he said weakly and a tad sarcastically and started to move up and
down, slowly at first but once he felt comfortable he began to move
faster. Clasping him around the chest and belly I dragged him into a full
length position and went to town myself. He wasn't heavy but enough was
enough and at the end of the day, I did like my fucks traditional. 'Oh,
yeah...' he giggled as he pushed his bottom onto my thrusts. 'Now this is
more like it.'

'And now for...' I slipped free and flipped him over raising his legs. 'The
full frontal,' I finished the sentence as i aimed and pierced him one
digging hard and digging deep.

'Aaaaah,' he wailed and clung to me like a limpet. I ignore the television
as it flickered away and concentrated on my little John as he lay there
smiling at me and offering his sweet lips and vinegar scented breath. Well
you had to come down to earth sooner or later I suppose and he had time to
clean his teeth before bedtime . At least we didn't have to bother about
Father Christmas, after all four in a bed comes out as two pairs, a fat old
man in the middle is a nightmare. 'Harder,' John groaned and crushed me to
his chest mashing his lips onto mine.

I redoubled my efforts as I could hear Derek in the bedroom yell and Paul
laugh. My cum was a good one as it always was with John, in that moment and
for some time after I was besotted with the boy. He was my willing boy
lover. As we lay with the warmth of the fire comforting us we kissed gently
and continued to savour each other's bodies, it was going to be a very long
night but we were in good company.



				  THE END


Run out of steam a bit with this one but there you go.

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