Date: Sun, 19 Dec 2004 23:06:34 EST
From: GCutter66@aol.com
Subject: Fritzy - Part 1

WARNING - This story is homoerotic in content. This means that it may (and
probably will) involve sex between men, youths and boys. If such material
offends what the hell are you doing on Nifty.

My characters do not use condoms or other safeguards but this story is
fiction ... get it.  I write my stories in 'full screen' text, they are
best read that way.

Onto the story. Enjoy. Donate a coupla quid. KEEP NIFTY FREE

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FRITZY


1 - Fritz at 12


by


G. Cutter




I was sixteen at the time I met Fritz and he was around ten or eleven,
eleven in fact, and I got an immediate case of the hots, that's as in the
red hots. He was a little angel, skinny, long haired with greyish blue
eyes. His hair hung long on his collar, very eighties but a bit out of
fashion now , however, little Fritzy types never go out of fashion. How can
beautiful young male children go out of fashion when there are artists and
dirty old men around. For that matter, even dirty young men.

Fritz's mother who immediately took to me was the building supervisor I
suppose you'd call her at Basil House which is just behind Harrods in
Knightsbridge in good ol' London Town. Very expensive flats I might add but
I'm what you'd call a black sheep of the family. People like me used to
write books in the twenties and thirties out in the Far East where their
families had banished them. I came from a monied family and I suppose I was
a bit of a rebel, I'd done my early schooling in London and picked up what
my parents called a London accent which didn't go down well with my more
country type kin. I was also gay and had declared that fact at the tender
age of fourteen, the decision; a 'hard' public school that would soon sort
that out.  In fact, I'd been thrown out of my public school for being
caught in the act with a couple of the rugby players and my parents weren't
too delighted. They'd banished me in line with their idea of aristocratic
protocol as I was sixteen and not strictly a child any more to
Knightsbridge and a life of stupifying boredom. In the old days they'd send
you to the Orient and you could do a Lucky Jim, nowadays they banish you to
London. If the police don't get you the plague will.

Anyway here I was having just turned sixteen and moving into my posh pad
with a very nice bank balance and the instruction not to sully the
ancestral home until called for ..... sorta don't call us, we'll call
you. I think the idea that throwing me to the wolves of the big city would
make me or break me, they didn't realise that sitting around with nothing
to do and a healthy allowance of far more than I could earn at that age was
every sixteen year old's dream.  Mrs Brunner showed me the flat with this
absoluted angel hanging from her apron strings, I didn't know whether to
look at the boy or at the flat as she showed me the place, she'd obviously
been primed by my family's legal mob as I was treated like a lord.  She
gently pumped me as to how I happened to be there and I laid a trail
leading her to believe I was a cheque bouncer or a druggie neither of which
she believed. I could see she was taken by me and that was nice because I
was as sure as hell taken by her little kiddy even if he was a bit on the
young side.

'Fritz is quite happy running messages or doing the odd chore,' Mrs Brunner
dragged the boy out front. 'It helps him with his holidays.' A pretty clear
indication that the boy had to be paid.

'Ah, the Fritzy man,' I grinned at the midget and he scowled back, he
probably didn't like the diminutive.

'Fritz,' he spoke in squeaky voice not too far from breaking.

'Apologies, Fritz my man.' I bit the bullet and idly wondered what his
little dicky was like. God, it's so hard being a juvenile perv.

Anyway, to cut a long story short, I settled down well. I got a few jobs
here and there more to pass the time and to meet people than for any other
reason, I certainly didn't need the money. I trucked the odd rent boy in
and out for a year or so but formed no permanent attachment to anyone and
all the time I craved Fritz. He did the odd jobs for me, he even did a
weekly hoovering run in my flat and we got on well. Not as well as I would
have liked but he was a child even if he had now turned twelve.

I'd turned seventeen and gotten to the stage of really wanting to be called
back to the family nest but I think my parents thought that a year or two
on my own would make a man of me. They had no chance, I was a bit tougher
than that. My homosexuality and liking for the more tender morsels was
ingrained. I could no more change that than grow a beard.

Bye the bye, I was getting on well with Mrs Brunner as well, she seemed to
have adopted me. Her husband was a German POW of all things and they'd
given birth to Fritz late in their marriage, he had no brothers or sisters.
But Herr Brunner had recently died and the Mrs kept the job going that they
had shared as a man and wife team, she was good at it, she had a job for
life.  Fritzy grew more beautiful by the day and was now going to a grammar
school, I wanted him so much before some other grubby oik took his little
body.

The big day or the big night came just before Christmas. Mrs Brunner had
been invited to a big staff do by the agents of the building and she told
me that she'd had to turn it down owing to not wanting to leave Fritz on
his own.

'I'll look after him,' I said on the spur of the moment. It wasn't all that
out of order, I had taken him to the London Zoo and Madam Tussauds on
previous Saturdays, we basically got on like brothers once we had got over
the ice breaking stage. I'd even got to making jokes about him having to
wear a pinny to do my housework and he'd come back with some crack about
River Phoenix.

'Bit before your time wasn't he?' I looked out of the window as he tarted
around.

'I saw the video of My Private Whatsit.'

'Oh. Well if you want to do the pinny scene feel free.'

'In your dreams,' he squealed and fled.

Anyway, here I was volunteering to bird dog him for the night.

'Well, if you don't mind,' she said doubtfully. I could see she wanted to
go to the night out. Poor cow never got out of the building, so it was the
least I could do.

'Drop him up here and you can pick him up in the morning or whatever.'

'What do you mean? He can stay in your place?'

'Why not, he can have the spare bedroom and we can have a night of
videos. We don't have to get up early on the Sunday.'

I could see the struggle within her, her darling baby boy having a night
out with a stranger. I suppose she thought that as she and he had known me
for over a year plus the fact he did odd jobs for me and all the rest of it
he'd be safe. Of course she was right. He would be safe, I was just going
to give him an opportunity and roll with it. I remembered when I was twelve
coming on thirteen, I was sex on wheels.

'Well, why not?' She smiled. 'As long as he's no trouble and you have him
in bed by eleven ..... and don't let him miss his bath, he's got a bad
memory when it comes to washing.'

'Kids,' I grinned. I was a bit amused by the 'having him in bed' bit. I
should be so lucky. 'You make sure he's fed and I'll get him some snacks
before bed.'

'Oh, I'm so grateful, Peter.' She'd actually got around to using my
Christiam name some time previously. 'I'll tell Fritz, I'm sure he'll be
excited.'

'I hope so,' I looked at her. 'You just go out and enjoy yourself, I'll
look after the brat.'

She just laughed and left me to it.

On the Saturday morning Fritz rolled up at nine o'clock to do his regular
hoovering and tidy up job for which I paid the princely price of a fiver.

'Hi, Pete,' he bustled in with a big grin on his face. 'You looking after
me tonight then?'

'So it seems, Fritz my man.'

'Can I stay up late.'

'Look after me and I'll look after you.'

'Yeah ..... right,' he grinned and went in search of the hoover. Good start
I thought. I love a bit of the old double entendre as long as the other guy
is on the same wavelength. I left him to it, I didn't want to hassle him,
this could be our big night or this could be our big disaster, I didn't
want a double F (that's a 'fuckin' fuckup' to the outlanders amongst you).

Towards the end I got him a nice big glass of lemonade and an ice cream out
of the fridge, one of his more endearing habits was dunking ice cream in
lemonade, mind you, I like watching his lips suck at the sticky mess. Sad
or what?

'What are we doing tonight?' He sat at my small kitchen table grinning
through his white moustache. Unfortunately he was wearing jeans today, I
did so like it when he wore his shorts.

'I'll pick up a couple of vids. surf my computer......'

'I didn't know it worked, I've never seen you on it.' he suddenly looked
interested.

'Some dodgy stuff on there,' I grinned teasing his twelve year old
curiosity.

'I'll bet,' he laughed.

'Here's your dosh,' I slid a five pound note over the table.

'Ta,' he sucked the liquid mess that had been an ice cream.

'Wanna sponge?' He was so beautiful sitting there with his hair plastered
to his skull with sweat and his lips covered with the mess he was eating or
drinking, I was never quite sure which.

His two front teeth stuck out a bit, in a more moneyed family or in the
States he'd have had braces but here no one really bothered. They do become
less noticeable as the child grows but they look really sweet on kids. We
call them buck teeth but I think they call the condition an overbite in the
States, maybe not.

'Har, har.'

'Might try that River Phoenix bit in the pinny tonight.'

'Small chance and no chance,' he giggled but gave me a strange look. 'Mind
you for a fish and chip supper.......'

Jeez. The way to a boy's heart. Food.

'Gotta go,' he slurped the remainder of the glass' content and stood. I was
sure he looked a bit bulky at the groin but I couldn't swear to it. I
wondered if talking ever so slightly sexy turned him on, after all, he was
at the age where kids are supposed to be at their most ambisexual. I know
that at his age I would be on heat but then again we are all our own person
and no two of us are alike.

'I'll be up around eight,' he stood at the door as if unwilling to leave.

'Look forward to it,' I smiled and walked across.

'So will I,' he blushed bright red and made a hurried exit.

I flopped down into my sofa and let my mind wander. Was he putting it
about. Nah, he was only twelve for God's sake but then again I was only
seventeen, it wasn't as if I was an old man. He was clearly into the River
Phoenix bit, there was no chance of crossed wires there, so what was the
crack about the fish and chips. That was one to ponder for later, for the
moment I had to go out, pick up a couple of vids or a couple of DVDs, get
some munchies and top up on drinks. I could stuff him with booze and drugs
but I don't think that would go down too well and anyway, that wasn't the
way I wanted to do things. Believe it or not, I did respect Fritz even if I
did want to use and abuse.

Of course I was also a bit interested where he'd seen My Own Private Idaho,
I couldn't see his mother renting it out, it might bear investigation.

I wanted to do the dirty and I wanted him to want to, a bit confusing but
it made sense to me. If anything happened that upset him or he didn't like
it was all systems stop ..... it was as easy as that. Knowing my luck
absolutely nothing would probably happen but I'd enjoy his company
anyway. This kid was eye candy par excellence, I hoped that he'd wear his
shorts at least, they'd be easier to get off.

The day wore on as if it was going to last for ever, I prepared the spare
bedroom as a worst case scenario. Mum would probably want to look anyway,
they're so devious mother hens. They seem to think there's a pervert around
every corner. Nah!  Not really.

She was up at seven thirty which was a bit early but I didn't mind. So much
for the shorts, Fritzy was done up like a dog's dinner, she must have made
him wear his Sunday best, the poor little sod looked most uncomfortable.

'Now you be a good boy,' she berated him as she ushered him in.

'Or be a bad boy if you like,' I whispered as I followed him into the room,
he gave me a quick grin.

'I have the offer of staying overnight,' Mrs Brunner waffled on. 'And if
you're OK with Fritz for the night ......'

'No probs,' I patted the boy's bony shoulder. 'We'll get on OK and I have a
room ready for him.'

'Alright, Peter.' She hovered, she was abviously keen to get off and out of
it. 'Fritz......'

'Good night, Mrs B,' I cut her short. She was going to fart about all night
and Fritzy was looking clearly ill at ease.

We got rid of her in the end after Fritz had promised faithfully to bath,
clean his teeth.wash behind his foreskin ..... No, no, I made that up. That
was my job anyway assuming he had a foreskin that is.

'Wow,' he flopped onto the sofa as she finally left. 'She does go on a
bit,' he apologised.

'She's woried about you, she loves you,' I remarked. 'Where's the harm?'

'Yeah, I know.'

'You comfortable in your Sunday best?'

'No.' That was short and to the point.

'If you've got a key to your place you can go down and get changed, I don't
want you to feel uncomfortable. Anyway if you want to roll around on the
floor........'

'Great, I'll go and get my scruffy stuff.'

'Go ahead,' I laughed as he ran from the room. This was more like it. Mrs B
would hate me for it but never mind.

He was back ten minutes later, in a cut off black t-shirt, ragged shorts
and slippers, the socks and trainers had been discarded. Jeez, this kid was
stripped for action. 'I thought it was a bit warm up here,' he excused
himself lamely.

'Good job we aren't playing strip poker.'

'I can't play poker,' he gave me an innocent look.

'That's what I mean.'

He burst out laughing, he may only be twelve but he wasn't shy and he
wasn't dim.

'Right you have your other stuff, you bath kit, your jimjams?'

''Jimjams?'

'Pyjamas.'

'Oh, sleeping trousers,' he looked at me. 'Yeah, I've got all that.'

'OK, we're set for the night,' I looked at him. 'I've just got The Day
after Tomorow or Van Helsing.'

'Yeah,' he punched the air. 'The disaster thing first please, please......'

'OK sunshine,' I'll get a couple of Cokes and you can settle down.'

'Where do want me to sit,' he cast his eyes around the room.

'The sofa looks good but take your pick.' He had the choice of a large
three seater sofa or a pair of armchairs that had seem better days. He
selected the sofa, after all it was where I normally watched the television
or DVDs.  I went to the kitchen and got some Cokes and returned putting a
small coffee table in position, DVD in the tray and we were off. We sat
some distance apart on the sofa but the distance managed to close itself
somehow until halfway through the film he was grasping my leg in excitement
and laughing like a loony at some of the cracks, come on, this was a
disaster movie. Some sort of wierd kid. It wasn't normally something I'd
watch myself but I was getting enjoyment out of him enjoying himself if you
follow me.

Another thing that had happened was that I was thinking less and less of
trying to seduce him although I suspected that he wouldn't mind to much at
least on the petting front. He was so childlike, far more than I'd thought
at first, I suppose it was because he was so scantily dressed, skinny legs
and a chest like a bird, his raggedy t-shirt literally hung from his sparse
frame.

'Can you pause?' He asked halfway through. 'I gotta pee.'

'Yeah, OK.' I smiled and decided to test his sense of humour a
little. 'Wanna a hand?'

'Later,' he guffawed like a dirty little old man and scampered from the
room.

 Looking after him I decided his little bottom wasn't all that skinny, just
about right for a kid of his build. God, what was I thinking? This was a
twelve year old child and he was in my trust even if he was just a trifle
precocious. If he was a trainee prick teaser he was doing well at
it. Luckily I had quite loose fitting trousers and tight briefs so I wasn't
showing anything out of order. Whilst he was away doing what he had to do a
name came to mind, something I'd read at school or maybe a film I'd seen
..... Lolita. It came to me in a flash, just like one of those biblical
things. This little thing wanted it, this little twelve year old was going
through all the motions and moves of a much older kid very much like
Lolita. She tantalised and so did he.  He was handing it out on a platter
but the kicker was, did he realise what he was doing to me and what would
happen when I made a move on him.

He came back and gave me one of his chipmunk grins. God I loved those front
teeth.

'That's better,' he blatantly moved his little willy around in his shorts
and then with another smile threw himself onto the sofa, this time there
was no mistake, he was close up and cosy. 'Alright?' He murmured and
wriggled in even closer.

'Yeah,' I croaked. Sod it, I put my arm around him and pulled him even
closer, he gave a contented little purr and snuggled in. 'Don't forget your
bath after this,' I said just to try and bring him down to earth.

'How's the cousin?' He said unexpectedly as a frozen New York appeared on
the screen and the film began to roll again.

'What cousin?' I could have bit my tongue off. I remembered back a couple
of weeks, I was swagging a rent boy probably not more than fifteen up to
the flat when I'd bumped into Mrs Brunner, naturally enough I had
introduced the scruff as a long lost cousin. Little Fritz must have a
memory like an elephant as it was obvious Mrs B had mentioned the boy.

Fritz gave his childish giggle. 'The one who was around a couple of weeks
ago.'

'Oh, him,' I tried to act forgetful. 'He's gone home now.'

'He stayed overnight?'

'Don't be so nosey, Sherlock,' I squeezed him tightly. 'Otherwise it's bath
and bed.'

'Liar, liar, pants on fire,' he whispered staring intently at the
flickering screem.

'Don't get involved,' I whispered and then God know's what got into me. I
kissed the top of his head like he was my very own son.

His reaction was so unexpected that I nearly passed out. He gave a little
laugh snuggled in and said just one word ...  'Tart.'

'You little shit,' I laughed and grabbed him, New York and the ice was
forgotten, as he squealed and giggled I spread him on the sofa and lay with
him. I knew I shouldn't have done it but I got carried away, at least that
was my excuse. We lay silent at last at full length, the film forgotten,
gazing deeply into each other's eyes.

'Was he a prossy?' He grinned at me and his face came closer.

'None of your business,' I kissed the tip of his nose.

'Mmmmm,' he smiled at me and almost nervously moved in and planted the
lightest of kisses on my lips. Brother, I seemed to be passing the evening
on the verge of passing out. Not wanting to waste the moment I clasped his
slender frame and kissed him in return, delighted to feel the kiss returned
and his hands begin to roam up and down my torso.

'Gawd, you are such a little tease,' my hands slid into his baggy t-shirt
and ran up and down his childlike body.'

'I'm not a teaser, Petey. I like you,' he blushed and buried his face in my
chest.

'And I like you Fritzy.'

'Did you do things with him ..... did you sleep with him?'

'Jeeezus, Fritzy. What is this. Police Five?'

'Mum said he was one of that lot from The Mitre.'

I kept my silence. It was bad enough his mum telling him who my guests were
but to also indicate that they came from a well known gay pub was too
much. 'Your mum's supposed to be the building supervisor here not the local
Mrs Snoop.'

'Don't tell her I said anything,' he looked up alarmed.

'Mmmmm,' I looked at him as if considering. 'Maybe not if we have a little
cuddle,' I kissed him on his cute little nose again and slowly slid my
hands into the back of his loose shorts, he flinched but then relaxed with
a dreamy sigh as my hands cupped his tight little boy butt. One smooth and
tight little boy sized buttock for each hand. I squeezed gently and held
him tightly savouring his body heat and the texture of his soft flesh in my
hands.

'Mmmmm, that's nice,' he whispered and then made his move. His small hands
slid between us and I felt him grasp my hardness through the rough material
of my jeans.

'Fritzy,' I protested. I knew he shouldn't be doing this and I knew that I
should stop him but how. Apart from the fact that I wanted him to carry on
and that I wanted to go to bed with him in the end what the hell was I
supposed to do.

'I suppose I'd better have my bath,' he wriggled up against me and gently
squeezed my hardness. 'You can give me a hand,' he sniggered. 'Two hands.'

'It's got to be our secret,' I finally surrendered. I don't know what he
really wanted but I had another eight or nine hours with him and it was
clear that he wasn't going to give up.

'Wicked,' he laughed and struggled off the sofa, I reluctantly let him go,
his bottom was so soft and beautiful but now I had the chance to see him in
the bath, to see him naked as God intended or at least my god. 'Come on, we
can share,' he ran for the bathroom and I followed a little more sedately.

Did I tell you the place my parents had gotten me was flash and by that I
mean really flash. There were five blocks which they called mansions and
each was named after an old English aristocratic family, Basil, Percy,
Spencer and the like. The flats were three bedroom and had huge bathrooms
with sunken baths and seperate shower facilities so now you see why I
needed a skivy to clean up on a Saturday, the place was huge. I knew that
my next door neighbour was a retired MP and there was also a fat cat Arab
on the same floor so I was a bit of an odd man out. Anyway this is just
leading you into the bathroom where Fritzy was running the water and making
very free with my bubbly foam bath, he was naked apart from his baggy
shorts, his baggy pointy fronted shorts I should add. He looked a bit like
a stick insect but love blinds us all, to me he was gorgeous.

'You getting in with me,' he smiled shyly and pushed down his shorts.

I just stood there with my mouth open as he stood naked with his little
uncircumcised penis jutting upwards and out.

He had a sparse dusting of blonde pubics and his little cock was milky
white topped by a dark pink glans that almost glowed, as his foreskin had
almost disappeared as his cocklet had filled out, his smooth scrotum was
uptight and he gave me a little giggle as he tested the water and stepped
in. 'Come on,' he smirked as he sat in the foamy suds.

In for a penny, in for a pound, I thought as I quickly stripped. I stood
for a moment by the side giving him an eyeful before sliding in with him.

'That's huge,' he looked at me wide eyed. 'It's massive.'

I laughed. Tell me of a teenager who doesn't like to hear things like that.

'All yours,' I grabbed his slippery body and we slid around in the shallow
bath feeling and caressing each other's bodies. He seemed obsessed with my
penis, much more of it I'd be cuming and that'd be a bummer.

I fingered his overlong hair from his face and kissed his perfect
lips. 'Stand up, I want to do something for you.'

'Nothing nasty?' He asked cautiously.

'I think you'll like it,' I knelt in the bath as he struggled to his
feet. He looked a bit perplexed as I knelt in front of him and held his
slim waist, he closed his eyes as my hands ran down his soapy body and
cupped his slippery buns again and the his eyes shot open as I took his
three inches of hardness deep into my mouth.

'Aaaah, Petey,' he groaned and went limp as I started to mouth bathe and
suck his hard little morsel. 'Oooh,' he moaned and pushed himself in and
out as I sucked and savoured his exquisite boy cock. The next move must
also have startled him a bit, I located his pucker and gently pushed
slipping a finger into his tight heat. 'Aaaah,' he wailed and subsided onto
my lap with me still sucking and gently finger fucking and loosening his
virgin ring.

'Mmmmm,' my mouth left his dick and I took his tight little ballsac into my
mouth and toyed with the nutmeg sized ovals within the hairless sac.

'Petey,' he clamped on my finger. 'This is so pervy,' he ruffled my wet air
and forced his little tush onto my exploratory finger. 'You going to do me
later ?' He grinned at me sparkly eyed. 'You know, do the biz.'

'Dunno,' I wavered. 'You're very tiny.'

'My mate Charley's big brother does him all the time,' he looked at me
indignantly. 'And Charley's smaller than me.'

So much for grammar schools I thought.

'We'll see,' I grinned as he clamped on my moving finger fiercely and
pushed down hard. He was brave, I'll give him that but six inches of
seventeen year old youth cock is a bit more of a challenge than just one
finger.

'I wanna go to bed,' he looked at me and then it all changed.

'If we go to bed now, I can't be responsible.' I burnt my last bridge. 'I
really want you Fritzy but it might be better if you slept in the other
room.'

'Come on, Petey,' he whinced as he ejected or slid off my finger and
embraced me in the sudsy water. 'You want me, I know that. I want you,' his
eyes dropped as he spoke. 'I do. I'm not a bloody kid you know.' The last
was almost spoken in a sob.

Great. I'm in a bath with a twelve year old boy and he's telling me he's
not a kid.

'Last Chance Saloon. Fritzy.'

'Yeah,' he looked at me. I know it sounds so Barbara Cartland but I could
see the absolute love in his clear bluey grey eyes.

'Let's go to bed, Fritzy.'

'Righton, Petey, my man,' he grinned and jumped out of the bath.. He posed
at the door as I struggled from the bath. Totally naked and as wet as a
fish, a rather skinny fish I might add, he posed.  'Sex God of the Western
World,' he declaimed tightening his belly and making his cocklet jerk.

''Wanker.'I laughed. He stood there grinning and I gave him a smile. 'Love
ya, Fritzy kid. I really do.'

'I know.' He stood there silent for moment and the smile dropped. He looked
at me totally seriously for a couple of seconds. 'I think I love you,
Petey.' He stood there for a moment in all his wet glory and ran.

Have you ever read these stories where time freezes. It did that for me, it
was then I realised we were lovers. No age difference, I loved him and he
loved me, End of story, I was in love with a twelve year old kid and a
boychild at that.

I turned off the television and the lights and went to my bedroom. I was
still uncertain as to what I was doing but it all came clear as I entered
my room. Fritz was in the bed with the sheets just upto his navel. He was
adorable, I had a twinge of remorse but just one, he was so childlike, so
trusting ..... and he was mine.

'You are so gorgeous,' I stood by the bed and dropped my bathrobe.

'So are you,' he croaked and shucked the bedding down exposing his little
erection jutting up on his belly. I keep in saying little but it was a good
four inches I suppose which was about right for a kid of his build. What
gladdened my heart was the fact that his glans was shiny, he could precum
and if he could precum he was what I'd call mature. At least he was mature
enough for me. I crouched on the bed and licked across the red helmet of
his erection. It was cum, no two ways about it, my Fritzy was a boyman, I
grinned up his belly as I took the tasty morsel into my mouth for the
second time.

'You naughty man,' he giggled and holding my head ruffled my hair as I
bobbed up and down. 'I'll do you in a bit,' he whispered.

I ignored him, I wasn't doing this for returns. I was doing it because I
wanted to, I wanted to pleasure him I wanted him to remember his night with
me as something to treasure and something to hold in his memory.

'I'm gonna squirt,' he rasped as he thrust into my avidly sucking mouth. He
did, he let out a low moan and then I felt his cocklet jerk and the taste
of a weak but pretty healthy boy cum fill my mouth. Pretty good for a
midget angel.

'Petey, that was so wicked,' he grinned down at me as I lapped at his
limpening organ. 'Brill,' he grabbed my head as I moved up the bed and
started to kiss me messily but enthusiastically. 'Can I ask you something?'

'Go on, loverboi.'

'When I suck you can you do that finger bit up ........' His face went
crimson and he ducked hiding himself against my chest.

'Anything you like to do is OK by me,' I whispered. 'I like a bit of the
old finger as well, there's nothing to be embarassed about.'

'Really?' He looked up at me with that toothy grin. 'Charley says ......'

'Listen up Fritzy,' I pulled him up chest to chest and face to face. 'This
is our little secret, I don't want you telling your mate about this. At
your age you shouldn't be chatting about this sort of thing at all.'

'Misery guts,' he giggled. 'We talk about sex all the time.'

'Maybe so,' I sighed. 'But I don't want to finish up in prison and you
don't want to be taken from your mum, do you?'

'No.'

'There you go then,' I smiled at him. Our secret ..... promise.'

'Cross my heart and hope to die,' he looked at me and then the grin again,
the toothy grin before he ducked his head and started to move down the
bed. I should have stopped him, I should have told him that he didn't have
to do this thing but I didn't. I just lay there and enjoyed the feel of his
boyish body against mine and the feel of his lips and he slowly kissed and
nuzzled down my body until the first tentative kiss on the tip of my
straining organ. 'Tastes funny,' he flashed a grin up at me and as I looked
down at him he held my aching cock upright and slowly and sensually slipped
his lips over my glans.

At the risk of repeating myself, I really felt as if I'd died and gone to
heaven. There was no going back now, I was damned. As he took more and more
of me into his mouth I started to gently pump in and out, the velvety
wetness of his tongue teased and aroused me and I felt my nuts tighten in
their sac.

'You're gonna squirt,' he giggled as he left me for a moment and studied my
spit slicked glans. 'You're all tight,' he gently carressed my tight
scrotum and then took another mouthful of my sex.

'I'm cuming,' I blurted out as suddenly I felt the familiar heat rushing up
my shaft. I expected him to pull his head away but he didn't, he took it in
even further and when I spurted I must have almost choked him.

I felt him drink me, a gobbling and then sucking and slurping as I
offloaded one of my best cums ever. It seemed to go on for ever and he got
most of it apart from the final trickles which he messily smeared on his
smooth cheeks as if it was some sort of lotion.

'Was it OK?' He reversed himself on the bed and came up alongside me
again. 'You cum loads,' he grinned at me with his spunk smeared lips
gleaming. 'Was it alright?' He asked again anxiously.

'Perfect. Fritzy. You were absolutely perfect.' I kissed his sweet lips
tasting my own slippery juice.

'Good,' he smiled happily. 'Now we're even.'  He snuggled into my
warmth. 'Can we do the finger thingy again?'

Christ. I'd created a monster. The finger thingy indeed.

'I'll do better than that,' I laughed and rolled him onto his flat belly
and prised his legs apart, my first look at his beautiful little pucker. A
wrinkled circle of skin with a red inner almost seeming to wink at me. I
spread his super cute little buns and tongued it and probed at it with the
tip of my tongue.

'Dirty man,' he giggled helplessly as I lapped and tasted his little boy
cherry. 'Finger me ..... please.' This time I was better prepared. I slid
my hand under the pillow and retrieved the ever present KY. 'What's that?'
He asked suspiciously.

'Boy bottom lotion,' I kissed one smooth white cheek as I uncapped the
tube.

'Alright,' he stuck his face in the pillow again and wriggled his sweet
little bottom. 'Go on then.'

I was sure that in my heart and hopefully in his we both knew what we were
doing, both he and I knew what we wanted. There was no coercion, no force,
just willingness on his part and all the loving gentleness I could manage
on mine.

He pushed out as my oil covered finger entered his tight little tunnel. He
wriggled and sighed with satisfaction as my finger moved in and out
lubricating his boy fanny and easing that tight little muscle that is the
virginal doorway that is every boy lover's dream.

'Oooooo ...... I like it,' he pushed up onto my moving finger. 'I'm as hard
as a rock,' he mumbled into the pillow.

I just kissed his bottom, good job I wasn't cannibalistic, I could have
eaten him on the spot. I laughed out loud, I'd just realised what he'd
said. He was hard, he wasn't the only one, I was actually dribbling from my
reawakened penis and I'd just cum a bucketload.

He moaned in frustration as I slipped my finger free. He looked around in
annoyance but grinned when I held two fingers up.

'Don't hurt me.'

'Never, Fritz. Tell me to stop if I do.'

'Damn right,' he flashed a grin and dived into his confort pillow. I don't
know what he and his Charley talked about but he seemed so willing and
docile, I wondered if he'd talked to Charley about this. Not to worry. I
gently pushed with two fingers, he resisted for a moment and then I felt
them enter him stretching his ring and lubricating him even further.

'Alright, Fritzy?'

'Do you know you're the only person who ever calls me Fritzy,' he remarked
almost conversationally and pushed his bottom up giving me my reply.

'You're the only one who ever calls me Petey.'

'Pet names,' he gave his boyish giggle. 'Fritzy and Petey, lovers for
ever.'

'Silly boy,' I gave his tush a light tap and started to move my fingers a
litle faster and deeper.

'Oh, my God,' he moaned and pushed up hard. 'Faster.'

I obliged, this boy was very seriously on heat, I could feel his pucker
stretch and relax as I rammed my fingers in deep to the knuckles feeling
the softness of his immature prostate.

'Do me,' he sobbed into the pillow. 'Do me properly.'

'What?' I looked at the back of his head with his overlong blonde hair and
his waiflike body.

'Fuck me.'

'I can't, I'll hurt you.'

'Do it,' he almost screamed into the pillow. 'I want you to.' He
frantically pushed his little white bottom onto my fingers.

Shit. That was it, I could no more refuse him than cut my bloody throat. I
slid my fingers free feeling his little muscle clamp shut and knelt between
his skinny legs.

'Don't hurt me,' he mumbled.

'Relax and push out.' I spoke softly. I really didn't want to do this but
my body was telling me differently, I was so hard for the second time that
night and I knew that I was going to take him come what may. I annointed my
raging erection and slipped it between his little buns. He gasped as the
oiled flesh parted him and then nudged up against his virgin ring.

'Go on,' he croaked and I slowly pushed. What a sensation, I nearly passed
away for about the fifth time as I felt his little pucker part under the
pressure and then the tightness and the heat as my swollen glans entered
his child's body.

'Aaaaah,' he wailed and I froze. 'Don't stop,' he pushed up absorbing more
of my rigid flesh. I moved in and out slowly easing the all important anal
muscle and then slid in further, further into his incredible heat and
tightness. 'Yeah, it's alright now,' he gave a little chuckle.

'You sure?' I was doubtful looking at my thick cock disappearing between
his snowy white buttocks.

'Yeah,' he craned his head around, his long hair covered most of his face
but I could see the tears at the corner of one eye. 'Kiss me when you do
it.'

Slowly and seemingly a millimetre at a time I sank into his heat burying my
aching sex in his sweet little fanny. When I was fully sheathed I lay on
him lightly and kissed the corner of his mouth.

I gently rolled us onto our sides and started to move, I grasped his own
hard cocklet and toyed with it as I slowly moved in and out of his little
bum as he relaxed . It was absolutely wonderful and after a short while he
started to push back demanding that I fuck him harder.

It couldn't last, I was so hard, I was so much in love with this skinny
kid, I could have fucked him time after time and still come back for more.

'I'm gonna cum,' I groaned as I pounded into his little butt.

'So am I,' he squeaked and pushed back onto me. I felt his slippery squirts
in my hand just before I came, I felt my cum shoot into his belly in long
sticky streamers as I voided my love into his wriggling childlike body. It
was over.

We lay together as I pulled the bedding up over us both. Post orgasmic
bliss I suppose you'd call it, both of us well fucked. He looked at me and
smiled. 'Was I good? Better than that other kid?'

'You are the best of the best, Fritzy,' I assured him clasping his small
body to myself as if scared of losing him.

'Wicked,' he snuggled in and closed his eyes. 'I do love you, Petey,' he
whispered. 'I don't think so, I know so.'

'I love you too, sweetheart. Sleep now.'

I awoke in the morning to find myself on my own, I had a momentary
panic. God, he hadn't got remorse and thrown himself out of the window but
no. As I sat up in bed I heard a cracked boyish voice in the bathroom
singing it's little head off. I relaxed and slid back down into the bed,
the bedside clock was indicating six thirty and Mrs B. wasn't due back
until around nine. Minutes later I was awoken out of a light doze by a body
jumping on the bed and then the feel of damp hair on my face.

'You awake, Petey?'

'Grrrr,' I grabbed him and wrestling him flat kissed him on his eager lips.

'Cor, you smell like a ferret,' he giggled as he broke free. 'Go and clean
your teeth and ...........'

'And?'

'And come back to bed,' he looked at me like a little innocent.'

'And,' I looked at him and smiled.

'Suck me,' he giggled and scooted across the room and wrapped his towel
around him as I struggled from the tangled bedding. 'And then we can do it
again.'

'I won't suck you,' I frowned as I slipped from the bed and gazed at his
disappointed face. 'It's about time you tried the real thing.'

He stared at me for a moment and then a huge smile spread over his
face. 'Can I? You mean it? Can I.' His questions came out in a gabble.

'If you think you're big enough.'

'Hey. Me Rambo,' he laughed and he jumped back into the bed as I headed for
the bathroom.

I had a moment of doubt as I had a quick shower and cleaned my teeth but I
was already ready for it and he was too. I didn't know where the hell we
were heading but I just couldn't go on without my little Fritzy. I loved
him so hard it hurt. I despised myself for being in thrall to a twelve year
old boy but I was and that was an end to it. What a perv, not content with
taking his virginity I now wanted him to have me, he was going to finish up
as bent as I was.

Fritz was laying in the centre of the bed looking angelic as he always did,
the only thing you don't normally see little angels sporting was his stiff
little penis jutting out and up with it's normally dark pink glans now a
cherry red. I gently shoved him over and lay flat on my back, I was ready
for this, I wanted my little boyfriend to have fun, I didn't want to turn
him into a bitch boy or anything like that.

'Kneel between my legs, kiddo,' I instructed and gave him an encouraging
smile.

'Do I just stick it in and go for it?'

'If you do, you die,' I smiled up. 'You lube yourself up and put a bit on
my backdoor and take it slow. If I tell you to stop, you stop.'

'I won't hurt you,' he grinned confidently. 'It's too little.'

'Nothing's too little when you do a full frontal, there's no cushioning.' I
could see from his puzzled look that he hadn't got the slightest idea what
I was talking about but no matter, I could explain later, for now I just
wanted him in me.

I watched him as he knelt there and oiled his penis until it was a gleaming
shaft, I decided to let him go from there, too much KY and he'd get no
traction plus it could get messy. As he leant in towards me I guided his
hot little meat and once in position told him to do it.

His eyes bored into mine through his curtain of hair as he slowly pushed
and I felt myself open up to admit his boyish cock. He closed his eyes and
a quavering sigh escaped his lips as he felt me absorb him and he pushed
even harder until his dusting of belly hair was settled under my balls.

'Aaaaah, Petey,' he moaned as my legs came down and rested on his
shoulders. 'Aaaaah,' he dropped his head and started to kiss me furiously.

'Do it,' I groaned through his loving attentions. 'Slowly and then get
faster when you feel the need.'

'Right,' he grinned and I just lay there enjoying him as he took his first
fuck ..... and I was it. He didn't hurt me at all but I felt it, every hot
and solid inch of his little erection as he lunged and plunged into my
willing bottom. I flathanded his snowy white bum and that in itself was a
treat, they were hard globes as he drove in and then soft sensual mounds as
he slipped out, soon they were hard all the time as his heat came on him.

'Petey, Petey, I'm cuming,' he groaned in wonder and delight. He rammed in
for the last time and smothered me in kisses as his cocklet jerked and
spewed what was quite a decent cum, at least for him. He wallowed in it, he
revelled in it as he slowly moved in and out on a coating of his own cum
and when he slipped free he lay like a dead man.

'I liked that,' I smiled down at him and kissed him lightly on his sweat
sheened forehead, his fluttering eyelids, the tip of his oh so cute nose
and then on his full lips. 'You are now my official boyfriend,' my tongue
slipped into his mouth and explored his pearly white teeth.

'No more prossies?'

'Well if I do we share them,' I grinned.

'Can we? Can we?' He laughed excitedly, he was off again. Here he was well
shagged and drained and he was thinking of more sex. He gazed at me with
his bluey grey eyes which seemed to fade to pale grey when we made
love. Weird, uh!

'Do you want to do me from the front before mum comes back?'

'It'll hurt more, no cushion.'

'What's this cushion thingy?' He asked impatiently.

'If your lover takes you from behind your bum stops some of his dick going
inside, if you do it from the front you get the whole nine yards.'

'Big head, he chortled. 'It's big but it isn't nine yards,' he seemed to
find the idea hilarious.

'It'll feel that way.'

'I don't care,' he rolled onto his back and assumed the stuffed chicken
pose, my favourite position for younger lovers, his bony knees were upto
his chest .... he was a quick learner.

'It looks a bit sore,' I peered at his sphincter and blew on it gently.

'Hey,' he giggled. 'That's nice.'

I blew again and took a tentative swipe with my tongue across his hole, it
did look a bit sore but nor overly so. I gave another cow lick and gently
pushed my forefinger dead centre and he opened up as my finger slipped
inside.

'Oooooh,' he warbled and I felt the tiny muscle clamp on my moving
finger. 'Put some glop on it and do it slow,' he begged grabbing my wrist
holding it in place.

'I might hurt a bit.'

'It hurt last night,' he observed. 'But it was worth it when you squirted
your stuff in me it was wonderful ... all squishy.' He giggled and wriggled
on my finger. 'Come on, Petey, or I'll tell mum.' This last brought another
round of giggles.

'OK, a bit of an oil up and you must tell me if I hurt you, right? You must
tell me.' I stared at him. 'I don't want hurt in this deal, we're supposed
to be lovers not bloody sadists.'

'I love it when you go all butch,' he said seriously.

'Jeesus. Fritzy, you're a nut case.'

'I just love you, Petey. I have done from day one,' he looked at me with
his toothy chipmunk grin. 'Do me nice and slow, nice and gentle ..... and
gimme loads of squishy,' He laughed out loud and grabbed my neck pulling me
down for a brutal and then a gentle kiss. 'Do me, my Peter.'

How could I not.

I started off with one oiled finger in him and as he seemed to be
thoroughly enjoying himself upgraded that to two. He flinched and moaned a
bit but got used to that as well. His little dick was as hard as a rock
twitching on his belly and actually dribbling a little when I went for the
jackpot.

I don't like hurting people and I never have and I didn't think I was going
to be able to finish this but I did and only because Fritz through his pain
and tears insisted. I pushed dead centre and felt my glans slip in through
his well stretched pucker, He froze and cried out burying his face in my
chest. He clung to me like a limpet and was crying but when I tried to slip
free he wouldn't let me. I pushed in further and he gave a little moan and
then just muttered something which I didn't catch.

As his death grip faded I pushed in a little more and then moved out and
back in again.

'Yes, that's it,' he rubbed his sweaty tear streaked face against mine.

'Sorry, Fritz. Let's stop.'

'No don't, I don't want to,' he cried out and hung to my hips. 'Do it.'

I was in a trap. I knew we should never have tried this he was just too
small but he was also in control. I could feel my erection trapped in his
tight warmth and I couldn't stop myself. I began to slowly move inside him
sinking deeper and opening him up far more than the previous night. This
was the full frontal, this one was for real.

'Yeah, go on,' he sighed and suprisingly gave me a tiny smile. 'I like it,
it's good,' he gave my hips a half hearted tug as I began to move again,
deeper and deeper. I could feel my pubics pressing against his balls and
with one final little shove I had my full length buried in his incredibly
tight little arse.

'Oooooh, God.' He looked up at me and lightly kissed me. 'That is so big,'
he wriggled and clamped then eased on my erection thrust deep into his
slight body. 'Do it now, Petey. I'm OK now.'

I felt like saying; your funeral, kid, or something but wisely kept my
mouth shut. This was the hard one, as he adjusted to me, assuming that this
wasn't our first and last, it would get easier but it would never get
better. He was so tight I felt that his body was actually crushing my cock
and as I moved he seemed to relax until at the end he was holding me even
tighter and whispering sweet nothings as I slipped in and out of his well
loosened hole.

'I'm cuming, Fritz,' I dug deep and held him tightly.

'Yeah,' he sighed contentedly and jerked his own stiffness between our
sweat soaked bellies.

One final thrust and I felt my spunk literally gush into his body. For me
it was a massive cum, it seemed to go on forever and he just wriggled and
pulled me in harder laughing gleefully as my stiffness jerked and spurted
into his cum drenched little boy fanny. He was done.

'Jeez, that was a good one,' I gasped and glued my mouth to his.

'I cum too,' he spoke into my mouth as I stared into his wide open grey
eyes. 'That was so wicked,' he grinned and then pulled a face as I slid
free covering between his cheeks with a flood of cum, he was topped up and
leaking. 'That is super squishy,' he giggled as we lay together, me
absolutely shagged out and him probably sore but appearing really pleased
with himself.

'Whew,' I pulled the bedding up over us against the early morning chill. My
hands ran up and down his slender frame, I just couldn't get enough of his
tiny body. I dropped my head and licked and lapped his privates removing
his sweet cum and finally feeling the tender morsel harden in my mouth.

'You'll kill me,' he sighed and then held my head making lazy fucking
motions.

'I doubt it,' I gobbled around his stiff little pricklet. I knew he was
going to cum again, it might be a dry one but the mechanism and will was
there and he was one randy little kid, he couldn't stop himself.

'Where do we go from here, Petey,' he looked at me sadly.

'I dunno,' I smiled reassuringly. 'But this isn't the end, Fritz. I love
you and they say love conquers all.'

'If you say so,' he snuggled up against me and we drifted off, we still had
time for a snooze before Mum reclaimed him.



			      TO BE CONTINUED



This was going to be a 'crash bang wallop' but I decided on a Fritz at 14
and finally a Fritz at 16 to round off.

Fritz pix available: He is a little boy so don't expect anything sexual.

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