Date: Tue, 25 Jan 2005 09:24:49 EST
From: GCutter66@aol.com
Subject: FRITZY - Part 2

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.

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FRITZY


2 - Fritz at 13


by


G. Cutter



Hi. My name is Fritz Brunner and you may have read the story by my friend
Peter Campion recently. Well, Peter is a little more than a friend, he's my
boyfriend. Yeah, I know. Shock, horror, a thirteen year old kid admitting
he has a boyfriend ..... gotta be a poof. Brilliant you'd have worked that
one out in the end. Not to worry, Peter tells me that if this ever gets
published we'll be legal and worstways we can do a name change and a
runner. Did I tell you my Petey is loaded, he's stinking rich which is
nice. See, even as and Anglo-German I can still use British understatement.

I'm treating this like a composition or an essay at school and looking for
good marks, which means it has to have a beginning, a purpose and a tidy
ending, Peter says knickers to all that and just say what you want to say,
so here goes. I suppose I have to lay a background ..... so, we're off.

My dad was a German and a prisoner of war. He wasn't a nasty Nazi but just
a young artilleryman who got nabbed by the Brits and finished up on
Salisbury Plain in a security camp with the low risk soldiers and other
well vetted prisoners helping out on the local farms. The way my mother
told it, it was like an open prison and he was little more than a youth at
the time. He met my mother and they got married pretty much against
everyone's wishes or so I'm told. I came along late in their lives and
unfortunately he died when I was pretty young. My mother was a very
determined woman who looked after me and at the time this story starts she
was a building supervisor in a pretty posh block in London. She looked
after the tennants who were in the main well monied people, you know the
type, a flat in London and a place in the country, maybe a little hovel in
the South of France.

My mother told me one day that we had to prepare a flat for a tenant who
was just a little bit special. I didn't pay much heed, I suppose I was at a
stage where most of what my mum said went in one ear and out of the other
although I used to help her out in her work and earn a few pounds on the
side, fetching and carrying. I got on well with the tenants although I
steered clear of the Arabs. My mate Charley used to tell me to keep well
clear of that lot, he said that most Arab goats walked around bandy and
after a lot of giggles he told me why. I'll tell you about Charley later.

Anyway, as most kids do I used to peep through my mum's paperwork when she
wasn't around and that's how I found out that Peter Campion was the son of
the owner or the Chairman of the group who actually owned the building and
funnily enough are called Campion Holdings, so he was indeed special. To
cut a long story short he turned up and after a pretty bumpy start he gave
me a pocket money job cleaning his place up on a Saturday mornings. He was
a funny guy, not all that old but old enough to be living on his own and
even take up on a couple of odd jobs. At the time I couldn't understand why
he bothered working with the money he had at his disposal but as Charley
says, different hombres different donkeys, Charlie is Mexican by the way.

My mum liked him, maybe him being the Bossman's son helped. She did go off
him slightly when she came across him bringing in what she described as a
rent boy once but she soon got over it. I had to ask Charley what that
meant and he put me in the picture. Charley knows all that shit, he's a bit
older than I am but he is a lot more streetwise if you know what I
mean. He's also been abused by his older brother but more of that later.

I was pretty certain that Peter was a homo and that he even fancied me a
bit I used to wind him up a bit just for a laugh you understand. You know
even as a kid I wasn't a complete dummy, a couple of schooly camp remarks
and his ears were twitching, I had him sussed out soon enough. In the end
the big day came about because of my mum. She got invited to a big staff
party and Peter volunteered to baby sit me for the night ..... that was the
start of it. If you've read Peter's first chapter you'll know how it all
went. I knew that on that night when I came back from the toilet and
cuddled up he'd go for it, how could he resist me. Come on, at the time I
was a little angel and he was a pretty randy sixteen or seventeen year
old. We did it that night, he hurt me the first time but I didn't let on I
was too hyped up, I didn't care though, I'd grown to like him and I mean
really like him.  He did me again and I got my go. That was the start of
it, no kid likes to be used as a whore or a tart and the fact that we were
doing it together made my day. It was even better the second time, after
that it was a regular Saturday thing. He'd take me out somewhere and I'd
stay up his place in the evenings and do it. Mum must have known but she
never said a thing and as sure as hell I didn't. It was my first sex and I
was having a ball.

Back to my mate Charley. Charley was the younger son of the Mexican
Ambassador to the Court of St James. Wowsie wow. The grammar school I'd got
into, on merit I might add, was full of diplomat's boys with it being so
local to the Diplomatic Enclave alongside Kensington Gardens, he used to
come to school in a limo with a bodyguard, how's that for flash. We became
firm friends and I'll never know why because we had nothing in common apart
from our age. By the way, his name wasn't Charley it was Chuy but he said
it made him sound like the hairy thing in Star Wars so it became
Charley. We talked sex, we talked sex all the time of course we did. He was
always prompting me and it wasn't until I was doing it with Peter that I
realised Charley had an ulterior motive, he fancied little old me. He'd
told me that his older brother had been doing him since he was ten, of
course what he was saying was that he wouldn't mind doing things with me
but I was too thick to realise.

I suppose the crunch came when Peter left. He hadn't gone forever but he
wouldn't be back for a while, he was working for his dad up in Bristol or
Bath, somewere up there. Anyway, I was still keeping his place clean or
more like dust free and I had the use of his computer as he EMailed me
every Saturday morning .... We did the lovey dovey stuff but that didn't
compensate for the living flesh and bone, you know what I mean ... the real
Peter.

I invited Charley over for sleepovers a couple of times but his dad
wouldn't let him come, all to do with security apparently but Charley got
over that, he invited me over to the Embassy for a weekend. I checked with
mum and she wasn't happy at first but she went for it in the end.  I think
she was a bit of a snob, first the Bossman's son and now an Ambassador's
son, gotta be good.

After school one Friday, the limo and bodyguard duly appeared and whisked
us away, I had a weekend bag and I was really looking forward to
it. Charley had told me that they had servants, they had the whole nine
yards as he put it and there was the vaguest suggestion that we might
play. Charley's older brother was studying at Sandhurst so he was safely
out of the way as was Peter. I felt as guilty as hell as I'd promised to
stay faithful. However in one of my latest EMails I'd mentioned staying
with Charley for the weekend and just for fun I'd dropped a heavy hint that
Charley was after my body. To my surprise Peter had said he probably
wouldn't be back in London until my fourteenth and to have fun. I'd asked:
How much fun? He'd replied back and said: All the fun you want but
remember, I still love you.

I think the phrase I'd learnt at school was 'carte blanche' ..... what he'd
said was good enough for me. I liked Charley, I liked him a lot and I
didn't see any harm in us doing things anyway. It's not as if we were going
to run away to Gretna or anything.

Now that Embassy was something else and here I was thinking Mexico was a
poor nation. Jeez, this place was like a palace. High walls, iron security
gate, the works. Once we were inside it was like being in a prison, a very
posh prison that is. Charley took me to meet his mum and dad and they were
very nice to me, made me feel right at home, I even got a plastic thingy to
hang around my neck in case I wanted to go outside with Charley. Just like
Mission Impossible or Spy Kids. To top it off, Charley had his own self
contained suite, a huge bathroom, a lounge, the biz. Woops, I forgot to
mention the huge double bed, you could play football on the thing and being
kids we did just that.

Anyway, here we were on a Friday afternoon under orders to report back
downstairs for dinner at eight in the evening.

'So whatcha think?' Charley grinned at me.

'Posh.'

'My mum and dad put it on a bit,' he laughed. 'What do you think of my room
I meant.'

'Fantastic,' I replied and it was. He had his own TV, a big music centre
and he even had his own computer. 'Do you go on the Net, surfing and that
sort of thing.'

'No, dad won't let me,' he pulled a face. 'When I'm a bit older.'

'I'll show you Peter's if you ever get to come around.'

'Ah yes, Peter,' he grinned at me and flopped onto his huge bed. Now he'd
told me about his brother abusing him which didn't seem to upset him too
much and I'd told him about Peter apart from the naughty bits. Peter had
made me promise not to tell anyone, especially not Charley. I wasn't to
happy about it. I wanted to spill the beans but Charley had other mates and
he did flap his mouth a bit. 'You two done anything yet?'

'Dunno what you mean,' I sat on the bed and looked at him. 'Like what?'

'Like sex,' his voice dropped.

'Balls,' I laughed out loud. 'We're mates not poofs.'

'Miguel and myself aren't poofs,' he snarled at me.

'Woops sorry.'

'You will be,' he leapt on me and wrestled me flat as he was a bit bigger
and heavier but it all finished in giggles. 'If I was Peter I would want to
do things with you.'

'Would you?' I felt his middle press against mine as he pinned me to the
bed.

'Yeah,' he breathed heavily. 'I would fuck you and then make you fuck me,'
he ground his groin into me harder.

'You wouldn't have to make me,' I grinned and grabbed his head and planted
a quick kiss on his chin hoping he was going to go further.

'Really?' He beamed and then after a considered look lightly brushed his
lips over mine.

'You can do better than that, Charley,' I parted my lips slightly and
waited for his second go, he didn't disappoint.

Brother Miguel must have been a good trainer and maybe their sex wasn't as
one sided as Charley made out because he gave me a long kiss, one of those
tender things that end up in spit swopping. It went on forever but
eventually we broke apart breathless and red faced, well I was red faced,
he was a delicate shade of purple.

'Wow, Fritzy kid. You have hidden talents.

'So have you Pancho,' I giggled. I could feel his hardness pressing against
me and it sure wasn't a tiddler like mine, it was going to be an
interesting night.

'So you and Peter don't do things,' he looked at me with a disbelieving
look. 'Not much you don't.'

'He's a sortra boyfriend, he says that I haven't got to talk about it.'

'Fair enough,' Charley flopped back onto the bed and rubbed his groin
rather suggestively. 'So, is this weekend going to be a waste of time?'

'Not for me,' I giggled and moved closer. Before he could move or object I
put my hand front and centre on his school trousers. Yeah. Jackpot. My
little Mexican mate had a stiffy, I outlined his mass with my hand. OK, so
it wasn't huge but it was bigger than mine and I felt my own junior pecker
coming to life in sympathy.

'You ever heard of a sixty niner?' He whispered throatily.

'Duh.'

'You have,' he giggled and turned into face me reaching down and cupping my
balls in my own school trousers. 'We should get changed, take a bath before
dinner.'

'Share a bath?'

'Thought you'd never ask,' he hooted with laugher and fell on me
again. This time it was better, both zips went down and both of us were
after our teeny targets and it wasn't long before his dark brown penis and
my paler edition were out in the fresh air. I stroked his smooth golden
brown neck and gently kissed him as he held both hot boycocks and moved
them slowly to and fro. 'You do it with Peter.' This time it was a
statement not a question.

'Can't tell you.' I nearly blubbered. Peter trusted me, I couldn't tell.

'OK, OK,' Charley soothed me. 'As my dad says, no comment is a good
comment. I won't ask again but I want us to have fun this weekend.'

'We shall,' I promised.

'Fine,' he ducked his head and I felt the buttons on my school shirt being
undone also the clip of the waistband on my trousers I continued to kiss
his soft lips as he undressed me until he had me down to my boxers with my
dicky sticking through the fly, my shirt was wide open and my trousers were
down around my ankles. 'I've never seen you fully naked before,' he stared
at my skinny white body and I waited for his next move. His head dropped
and I felt his pointed tongue lap at my belly button, I reached down and
grasped his thick boy cock, it was so warm and so hard, the foreskin moved
easily up and down as I moved it on it's solid inner core.

'Get naked,' I squeaked as my voice broke.

'Undress me,' he challenged and flopped onto his back with a grin.

He didn't need to ask twice. I shucked off my white shirt and kicked off my
trousers and boxers and stood naked alongside the bed. Everything was
forgotten, I couldn't even remember if he'd locked the door or not.

He grinned up at me and stroked my hips and played with my willy and nuts
as I straddled him and went through the routine, unbuttoned his shirt, got
his trousers down and as he lifted his hips drew his tight briefs down
exposing his schooly sex in all it's glory. He was as hard as I was and
probably not much longer but much thicker. His foreskin was well out of the
way and his dark purple glans gleamed, I suppose he was more sexually
advanced than I was, I recognised the gleam and the trace of white at his
pee slit as precum. My little golden brown mate was up for it already. I
fingered his curly black pubics, he put my little blonde bush to shame but
that wasn't my fault, was it?

Suddenly he sat up and tossed his shirt clear, kicked off his briefs and
trousers and grabbed me. We rolled about on the bed fully naked with our
bodies a mass of arms and legs. I seemed to recall I finished up flat on
the bed with his hot meat clamped between my legs and his lips on mine once
more.

'Not an Anglo an angel,' he misquoted something we'd been told at
school. Apparently some Pope in the old days had got himself a little
blonde Brit for a slave and had got a bit enthusiastic for white meat
instead of dark.

'My golden Mex,' I came back with.

'Beautiful tight little white arse,' he lowered the tone a little. 'We
going for a bath?' He nodded at a door at the far side of the room.

'Yeah,' I grinned. I wasn't too sure what came next but something was
cuming it was pretty certain from our jerking peckers leading the way. It
was playtime.

Did I tell you that this Embassy was like a palace, well it was. Charley's
bathroom was huge, it was bigger than our lounge back at home, mind you
that doesn't say a lot but it was big. All the mod cons, a huge bath also a
seperate shower even a bidet which I'd read about but never actually seem.

'Looks fun,' I giggled at the low china bowl, a bit like a toilet for
midgets.

'Good for getting rid of babies and a cleanup,' Charley laughed.

'Yeuch ... that is so gross.'

'Practicable,' Charley stepped into the shower and turned it on, I was
right behind him. I'd rather fancied a foamy bath but we had all
weekend. We settled the water to a comfortable temperature and soaped each
other up. Hands all over the place and both getting harder by the minute.

'Touch me once more and I'm going to pop.' I groaned as his soapy hand
worked at my stiffy.

'In that case .....'  he grinned and tugged me from the shower. Guiding me
down onto deep pile carpet he spread me out spreadeagle and I went with it
waiting to see what would happen next. I didn't have long to wait. He
crouched over me and licked across the head of my jerking cock, at the same
time his jutting erection waved just over my face. I wasn't in the mood for
false modesty or playing hard to get I grabbed his hips and brought his
middle down to my face and tasted his dark brown stiffness for the very
first time.

'Aaaah,' he gave a low moan and sank his mouth right over my straining
hardon and at the same time began to gently fuck my face. It was nice, his
cock seemed to get thicker and harder as he carefully slipped in and out of
my mouth and as I held his black hair and fucked upwards into his wet
suction.

No words were needed and none were spoken. He was the first to cum filling
my gobbling mouth with his thick boyish cum and even spilling some on my
face as he did so, I groaned silently as I felt my own juices shoot upwards
and his slurping and sucking drained me in a moment.

'Wow,' he panted and grinned up at me with his head resting on my
thigh. 'That was something else.'

'Sure was,' I returned the grin and lapped at his deflated cock as he lay
alongside. 'How long to dinner?'

'You've just been fed,' he giggled and span around on the carpet so that
his still wet body pressed against mine.

'Nah, that comes later,' I grabbed his head and pressed my spunk stained
lips against his. 'When we doing the biz.'

'What. You mean ..... ?'

'You know what I mean, Charley.' I mouthed at his little nose. 'You want
me, I want you ..... no probs.'

'No probs,' he agreed and then kissed me hard and long and our tongues
explored each other's mouths. It was a bedtime that, for once, I was
looking forward to but a family dinner first.

We went down in our casual gear, just sweatshirt and jeans as advised by
Charley. Would you believe a maid had taken all our school stuff away and I
was told it would be ready for our Monday morning trip to school. God, I
was wetting my drawers at the thought of rolling up Monday morning in a
limo, CD plates, the works and with a bloody great Mexican bodyguard
..... joy, or what?

Another surprise. Dinner was held in a small room and yes, there was a
butler but the thing was very informal. Charley' mother and father were
terrific, really laid backand talked to me like a human which you don't
often get from adults. I liked them, they were really cool. We were told to
look after ourselves on the Saturday as they had an event on and they held
to the old fashioned view that 'children should be seen but not
heard'. Suited me, Charley said the house was worth exploring, billiard
room, rooftop pervy room, whatever that was and many other things. Mind
you, he said that if we got bored we could use the indoor pool or just pig
out on sex ..... and he was deadly serious, randy Mexigit. I was so keen to
get to bed that I spent most of the meal as hard as a poker and when
Charley started stroking my leg under the table I nearly freaked out.

Dinner was late and after coffees for them and soft drinks for us we were
on our way and I think it was around nine in the evening by then.

'Wanna watch a couple of DVDs?' Charles offered as we neared his room or
should it be called his suite.

'It's upto you, pal.'

'Really,' he punched me on the arm. 'In that case we'll get naked.'

'Don't your people come around to check up on you?'

'No chance, they stopped doing that last year,' he laughed. 'They probably
think I'm nobbing the maid. We're men at twelve in Mexico, you know.'

'You're just a kid with a plump bum and a fat dick to me.'

'It's not plump you bitch,' he squealed and gave me another punch on the
arm only harder and ran laughing into his room with me in hot pursuit.'

As I ran in behind him he span around and tripped me up, he calmly snapped
the catch on the door and dropped onto the carpet alongside me.

'We'd better stay decent 'til around ten just in case they decide to pop
in.'

'Do you think they will?'

'Not really but better safe than sorry,' he reached down and fondled my
groin. 'Got the hots have we.'

'We have,' I groaned and surrendered to his fumbles. I wanted sex, the
proper job that is and the thought of having to wait an hour was
unbearable. As Peter would say; 'Boy genes, bad news.'  I think they're
great, especially if they're around a boys ankles. Ho ho. 'What's this
rooftop pervy room?'

'Not much,' he propped himself up on one elbow and looked at. 'It's a room
up on the top of the house, dad used to go up there star gazing in the old
days but he doesn't use it much now.'

'He can star gaze from the garden in comfort surely.'

'There's a huge telescope up there, I go up in the summer and perv all the
courting couples in the gardens,' he grinned down at me. 'We'll have a go
tomorrow, we might pick up a few tips.'

'You'll see a lot of action with a telescope.' I scoffed.

'You wait,' he promised and dropped his head nuzzling at the fork of my
trousers. 'Come on then, let's get to bed,' he whined.

'We could always have a nice foamy bath and we'd be nice and relaxed for
bedtime.'

'If I got in a soapy bath with you ......' he looked at me and a big grin
spread over his brown face. 'Yeah, let's do it.'

'Right on.' I was excited, I was going to do it for the first time with
Charley. We'd met up both aged eleven at the school and now after a period
of two years we were finally getting it on, lots of talk but no action,
that was about to change. I suppose you could say we had tasted each other
and now we were going to go the whole hog and who knows after that?

I liked my Charley, I didn't love him like I did Petey but I wanted to do
'it' with him. You know the famous 'it'.

I suppose we were pretty much like a pair of schoolgirls, I got a fit of
the giggles and Charley filled the bath squirting foamy in it until it was
like a gigantic snowdrift. We tore our clothes off and we were in, both boy
hards leading the way. It was a big bath and room was no problem. we were
straight into soapy gropies, main targets were each other's stiffy's only
now there was the added fun of grab arse. I know I'd taken the piss out of
Charley's bottom earlier on but it was a beauty, a pair or golden brown
orbs that would have a pedo spinning on his dildo.  We knelt in the bath
facing each other and soaped up and down both of us taking pleasure in
running our hands over each other's flanks until we got into a closer
clinch and I felt Charley's thick cock slip under my balls and go between
my legs.

'You've got a beautiful little bum,' he husked moving with a rocking motion
between my legs and fondling my clenched cheeks.

'So have you,' I soapily stroked his butt which was a shade paler than the
rest of his body. 'Mmmmm.....' I sighed as I felt his fingers in my crack
and one prod at me and then quite easily slip through my ring. 'Perv,' I
giggled as he moved between my legs and moved his slippery finger in and
out.

'Fuck this,' he exclaimed impatiently. 'Let's rinse off and go to bed.'

'Bloody 'ell, that was a quick bath.'

'Fuck the bath.'

For an Ambassador's son he had a fine line in current English.

I didn't argue. As he stood up in the bath I could see a fine threat of cum
leaking from his slit. He blushed a little and jumped out and into the
shower where he quickly rinsed off, I was a couple of seconds behind him. I
wasn't dribbling but I was as hard as a chocolate frog. The shower was
rapid to be blunt, we were only in it for a minute to get rid of the foam
and then still wet and clutching towels we were into the bedroom and drying
each other off before taking to the huge bed.

'Jeez, I want you Fritzy,' Charley smoothed back my long hair clear of my
face and kissed me gently on the lips.

I returned his kiss and stared deep into his brown eyes silently for a
moment and then turned my back on him laying sideways on the bed. He got
the idea, he spooned upto me and I could feel his hardness between my
cheeks.

'Put something on it, don't hurt me,' I mumbled. As I've said he wasn't a
supercock but it was fat and it was going to stretch me especially as I
hadn't had anyone there for over six months. I heard him get from the bed
and scamper back to the bathroom. I closed my eyes and waited for him to
come back. As they say in all the books and films: This was the moment of
truth or somesuch wobble.

I heard him get back onto the bed and his damp chest press against my
back. I jumped as I felt oily fingers between my cheeks and prod at my
sphincter. Once again one oiled finger slid inside me and he lubed me up
putting some just inside me and from his movements some on himself as well.

'You OK?' He croaked and nuzzled at my neck, I could feel his oily knob
between my cheeks and then push up against my ring.

'Yeah,' I pushed back as he pushed in. He entered me smoothly and I gasped
with momentary pain as I felt his fat cock stretch my back door and begin
to fill me.

'Wicked,' he hissed. 'You are so tight.'

'You've got a fat cock,' I replied less than gracefully but pushed back as
he began to move to and fro. 'Yeah, go on,' I pushed back harder feeling
his mass filling my hole and then his crisp pubics against my bottom.

'Yeah,' he sighed with satisfaction and began to fuck me as we lay on our
sides, I pushed back absorbing as much of him as I could and he went for
it. Surprisingly not a crash, bang, wallop but a slow and sexual fucking
that even with his short cock seemed to reach every corner of my
gut. 'Yeah,' he moaned again and slipped one hand under my hip and the
other over, flathanding my belly and smoothly slipping in and out. 'OK?'

'Yeah, I'll live,' I craned my head around searching for his lips and took
a sloppy kiss on the side of the mouth, His hot breath fanned the side of
my face as he began to move faster. 'I'm going on my belly,' I warned him
and he rolled over with me spreading my legs and giving himself greater
depth .... then he went for it.

God, he was good. Not quite what I'd expected. He fucked hard and every
time I thought he was going to cum he eased off and almost stopped and then
he'd repeat the procedure ramming and thrusting into my bottom pushing me
into the bed. I pushed my bum up into the air against his thrusts until I
felt him go into overdrive.

His breath rasped as he tore into me and I heard him say something and then
he dug deep and stayed deep. His cock seemed to swell and then the familiar
pulsing as he squirted what seemed a massive load of his creamy ball juice
deep into my sweat and lube covered bottom.

'Jeez,' I giggled and clamped tightly on him pushing up as he shoved it in
as far as he could spurting his hot slippery spunk deep up inside my
body. 'You come like a donkey.'

'Hee haw,' he giggled tiredly and stirred his still hard cock in my cum
soaked tunnel. Amazingly he started to slowly start moving again and he was
still as hard as a rock.

'You can't.........'

'Wanna bet,' he savaged the back of my neck with his lips and started to
ram and thrust into my flooded tunnel. I just lay there exhausted as he
made a meal out of it. It must have been hard with the excess of lube and
cum but he got there in the end and finally I was rewarded by some jerking
and the feel of further squirts into my already loaded tunnel of love. That
bidet was gonna come in handy.

As I suspected it did come in handy, I'm sure you don't want to hear the
gory details but here goes (hee hee).

I splurted and splashed his semen out in a flood probably along with some
poo but I wasn't going to inspect it. I was busy enjoying the squirts of
warmish water up against my hole which was just a little bit sore with his
hammering. Anyway, the back end felt OK, I contemplated hopping back into
the bath but Charley came in at that moment. Talk about embarassed, he
laughed his head off and slipped into the still warm and still filled bath
and spoke. 'You look a right pillock sitting on that thing.'

'Pillock is that Spanish?' It was the best I could come up with, what was
more interesting was him standing in the bath bending now and then to load
a sponge and queeze it over his black hair, of course the other thing I
noticed was that he was half hard. He must be some sort of satyr or maybe
just a plain old fashioned junior sex maniac. I stood up dripping water
from my rear, there didn't seem much point in wiping off, I was clean and I
was a damn sight harder than when I'd gone into the bathroom.

'Come in, Fritzy,' he invited me into the bath.

I got in and stood close up behind with my jerking erection bouncing under
his crack, he was a little bit taller than be and this was going to be
awkward. I put one arm around his belly and pulled him in close pushing
upwards at the same time.

'Hole in one,' he chuckled as my now painfully hard organ speared into his
well soaped anus. I just groaned, he was so hot and so tight, I began to
move slowly to and fro working in and out of his slippery Mexican boy
fanny, I reached around with my other hand and sure enough he was at full
stretch again.

'You're hard again,' I think my voice broke into a squeak.

'Your fault, little lover boi,' he squeezed on me and pushed back. 'I'm too
tall for you, wanna do it in bed. My big bro says everyone's the same size
in bed.'

'OK,' I replied a little bit frustrated but happy to go along his
suggestion. I slid free and we got from the bath, a quick towel and a
gallop back to the bed.

'How would you like me, lover ?' He grinned and lay on his back.

'That's fine,' I smiled in return. I remember Peter saying how much it was
better face to face and how you got better penetration and I wanted to get
into Charley as far as I could, I wanted to get as much as I could out of
his coffee brown skinned body and repay his loving with interest if that
was possible. Dunno if I could do the two cums at a time thing but I'd give
it a bloody good try.

'OK' he laughed and took his smooth legs up and then took his knees down
onto his chest. I looked at his darker brown ring with just the hint of
shiny red inner flesh. 'Come on, do me,' he rasped and stared into my eyes
as I got closer. He reached down and guided my still wet cock to his hole
and silently mouthed - go for it.

I gave a little push and felt his little ring yield as my glans pushed
against him and entered his delicious heat. Jeez, he was wonderful, I know
his older brother had shagged him quite a bit but I didn't know if he'd had
anyone else. I didn't care, I could feel his smooth calves pressing against
my back as I slipped in and out of his constricting flesh as he clamped my
stiff cocklet as it moved in and out.

'Nice,' he gazed at me as I kissed his cute little nose. 'You are so nice,
Fritzy. I nearly love ya,' his legs pressed on my back as I dug deeper.

'Nearly?'

'Well you've got a boyfriend and so have I.'

'Not this weekend though?' I asked anxiously.

'No. Just you and I this weekend,' he grinned happily as I slipped in and
out taking my time and enjoying the feel of him impaled on my sex.

'Who is it?,' I gasped as I started to go faster, I wanted to cum but I was
trying to delay it.

'Guy called David, he's a friend of my big brother's. He's twenty and he's
so dishy,' his eyes went dreamy. Whatta slut, here he was having sex with
me and nattering on about his boyfriend. 'Blonde guy, body like a God,
thick as shit ..... but so nice.'

'Thick as shit?' I laughed and stopped for a moment. 'Whatcha mean?'

'He isn't the brightest fairy on the Christmas tree but he's got a big dick
and he loves me.'

'You love him?'

'Until dad gets another appointment,' he looked at me sadly for the
moment. 'But life goes on.'

'I hope Peter and myself stay together,' I spoke uncertainly. I didn't know
what the future held for Peter and myself but he must be meeting other
people and if he was so easy about giving me permission to play around he
must be doing something dodgy himself. I know I was only thirteen but I
wasn't a complete dummy.

'Come on, forget the boyfriend for the weekend, you and I together buddy
boy.'

'You and I,' I grinned down at him and kissed him full on the lips and
started to pound into his delicious Mexican bottom. His legs clamped onto
my back and his soft buttocks flexed as he tried to squeeze the life out of
my stifff boy cock as it slipped in and out of his tunnel of loving. I was
on a roll, I know I haven't got the biggest prick in the world then or now
but I was enjoying myself. Charley was so good, I put it down to all the
training he had with his brother, which was a bit of a bitchy thing to
think but I was probably right. Charley liked contact, I mean he liked
running his hands up and down my skinny bod and I liked him doing it. I
actually felt wanted big time and that pleased me. I suppose he had Peter's
style, he made me feel as if I was the only one for him. OK, so it was an
ego trip, who cares.

'Go on, Fritzy, harder,' he whined trying to pull me in as I thrust as deep
as I could . I was as hard as a iron bar and I could feel my nuts uptight.

'Charley.....' I moaned and then it happened. the surge of heat and then
the blessed release as I felt my boy milk shoot up his bum into his
wriggling body.

'Fritzy .... you cum like a little rabbit,' he grinned and hugged me
tightly as I spent my last dripples in tired prods.

'Thanks for that, pal.' I flopped onto his flat belly and rubbed myself on
his semi hard penis, I felt it jerk between us. He kissed me on my sweaty
forehead and made a couple of pelvics. 'Small chance and no chance,' I
grinned.

'Later,' he grinned tiredly. He glanced at the clock and then at
me. 'Little snoozy time, no one will be in now.'

'OK,' I mumbled. I was tired but the night was still young, I had the
feeling that it wasn't all over yet.

Sure enough, I awoke and immediately noticed that Charley was missing, I
felt quite relieved when I heard him in the bathroom, a look at the clock
and it was one o'clcock in the morning.

'You alright?' I asked as he wandered back into the room in the darkness.

'Just had an abortion,' he chuckled.

'Jeez,' I groaned. For a posh Mex he was just a bit uncouth at times, then
again perhaps he liked talking dirty.

'Lay on your back,' he husked and as I did so he clambered astride me.

'You maniac,' I whispered as I felt him give my half hard a couple of
shakes and as it stiffened up positioned it directly underneath his
hips. 'Oooooh, Charley,' I groaned as I felt his body sink onto my
spike. He slid down it easily enough and I felt his bum nestling on my
fuzzy pubics.

'Love your dick,' he whispered and stated to bob up and down bending
forward to kiss me. I was in heaven, I explored his mouth with my tongue
and thrust upwards into his welcoming warmth until I felt the tingle in my
nuts, Mr Sperm was alive and living and about to vacate the scrotum.

'Aaaaaah,' I moaned in relief as I felt my cock jerk and almost lazily
spurt my essence into his hungry body. He fell forwards onto me and my
drained cock slif from his slippery boy fanny once again.

'I'm hard,' he whsipered kising gently and rubbing his sex up against my
slick penis which was now well and truly limpo.

'Quel surprise,' I tried a bit of schooly French. 'Wanna fuck?' That was
schooly English by the way.

'Never ask twice,' I saw his teeth gleam in the semi darkness as he hoised
my legs in the air, move in and thrsut into me in one smooth and powerful
motion. I bent my knes back and accepted his fat brown cock as he slowly
but surely worked himself upto a climax. He pounded away with sweaty slaps
and took me again, the boy was insatiable and I was enjoying every minute.

I wriggled on his spunking cock and grabbed his hips holding him in tightly
as he spent the last little squirts and dribbles into my well used bottom.

'We gotta do this again,' he panted as he slipped free and lay alongside
me.

'Later today?' I suggested.

'Sounds good,' he giggled and snuggling up close we drifted off for the
second time that night.

I woke up very early and had the usual sense of dreaminess as I looked at a
strange ceiling a lot higher than the one in my bedroom and then it started
to come back. I was in the Embassy of Mexico with a red hot chilli pepper
and I had a full two days and nights with him before returning to school on
the Monday morning. Mind you sex with Charley was an education in
itself. Totally different from Peter Campion my proper boyfriend, Charley
wasn't so hard and tough, Peter was nearly a man but my little Mexican pal
was thirteen, a boy like myself and I could feel his smooth skin and his
warmth as he mumbled something and moved against me.

'You awake Charley,' I gave him a little fluttery kiss on his smooth golden
brown neck.

'Just awake and as hard as a bastard.'

'What a surprise,' I giggled and reached around his hips running my fingers
into his crisp black pubics and grasping his thick dark brown penis.

'Ooooh, stop it or I'll scream.'

'Go on then,' I dared him.

'Squeak.'

'Prat.'

'Do what you do best, Fritzy.'

'What's that?' I mumbled mystified as I cuddled up behind him pushing my
own erection into his warm crack.

'Don't make me beg,' he pushed his bottom back onto me.

'Ah,' I realised what he wanted and without any lubrication I found his
yielding pucker and slipped into his heat.

'Now that's the way to start a Saturday,' he groaned and wriggled on me
intil I was tightly clamped onto his back For a skiny runt you know how to
do the business. Go nice and slow,' he whispered sleepily.

I gently fucked him slowly as he'd asked and only lost it at the end when I
started to thrust and ram into his soft bottom. My heat rose and my spunk
spurted and he was quite content instructing me to say in tightly until my
penis limpened and slid free.

'We'll do breakfast in the kitchen with the staff, I try and keep out of
mother and father's way over the weekend.'

'Whatever you say boss child.'

'We might see Juan there if we're in luck.'

'Juan?'

'A ten year old, son of the head chef.'

'Don't tell me......?'

'My brother passed him onto me, he had the kid when he was only nine.'

'Bunch of Mexican perverts.'

'That's for sure,' he giggled. 'But I prefer my bread white,' he rolled
over and grinned cheekily at me. 'We'll invite him swimming, nobody uses
the pool Saturday morning, we can skinny dip.'

'What if someone comes in?'

'No matter, we skinny all the time, we're not straight laced English
pussies.'

'Thanks for that Third World wally.'

Silence descended for a while and then by mutual agreement we both tottered
off to the bathroom to take care of the early morning landing ..... landing
back on Planet Earth that it. An hour later sqeaky clean and starving we we
invaded the kitchen. The big fat lady who it seemed was the Head
Housekeeper and the chef were quite used to Charley and his appetite. God
knows what we ate but there was a mountain of it, half way through this
feast a dark haired youngster arrived and was introduced as Juan. Jeez, for
a ten year old he was big, he was taller than myself and probably heavier
but then again Peter tells me I'm a little short for my age. He always
tells me that I'll shoot up when I'm around thirteen or so which is
cheering. This Juan was quite attractive in a way, he had a lazy grin and
seemed quite at home with Charley even if Charley was the Boss' son. I
could see why elder brother had got the hots and eventually done him. Mind
you I thought nine was a bit young for a sex starved Mexican youth but
Charley assured me the kid was willing to play 'all the way' as he put it.

'I've got a couple of new war games for the computer if you want to come
up,' Charley spoke to Juan in English for my benefit.

'This morning?'

'Why not? We can play around,' Charley grinned and gave a suggestive leer.

'Yes, that sounds nice,' Juan blushed a bit as he looked at me, his English
wasn't bad but not as good as Charley's. Not much chance of crossed wires
there. 'I haven't had a play around for a while,' this he added as a
whisper.

'Good,' Charley grinned at me like a cat that's nabbed the canary. He
slurped his fruit juice and looked at me. 'See you after your breakfast,
Juan.' I took this as a signal to leave.

Back in Charley's suite we stripped down to shorts only, we didn't need
underpants and socks if we were only playing around in the pool, we sorted
out fresh t-shirts purely for decency's sake. Charley told me that most
Saturdays his parents were involved on official business, he sometimes saw
them on a Sunday and even got dragged to Embassy functions but on the whole
seemed to lead a lonely life. Manuel, the older brother, in spite of his
sex mania was missed and poor Charley seemed to spend most of his life
under the supervision or care of an elderly secretary, who, thankfully was
away on hoiliday on this particular weekend.

Juan rolled up half an hour later and he was similarly dressed to
ourselves, Charley immediately dragged him into the room and drew the
giggling boy onto the bed.

'I haven't seen this for a month,' Charley laughed and fondled Juan's soft
crotch, the other boy just gave a contented sigh and relaxed on his back on
the bed. I was quite pleased, Juan was a bonus, if I was going to upset
Peter I may as well do it big time. Charley shucked the boy's t-shirt up
displaying a quite well developed chest and then hooked the kid's white
shorts down to expose an uncircumcised penis which must have been the same
size if not slightly larger than my own. So much for ten year olds, they
must mature earlier in Mexico, a point Charley had pointed out more than
once.

'It's getting bigger,' Charley laughed rubbing one finger along Juan's soft
cock, I don't know wether he meant since the last time he'd seen it or
right now but it was filling out. Charley looked at me and I cupped the
boy's hairless scrotum, I didn't want to get left out of the action, anyway
I was getting hard again myself at the sight of a near naked ten year old
spread on the bed and seemingly available for fun and games. Charley's head
came down, he kissed Juan's hardening cock and the I saw his slippery red
tongue glide along it's length and then suck on the end. Juan groaned and
reached out grasping my shorts. I speedily got the front of them down and
let him hold my now fully hard cock. He grinned and stared at the exposed
glans in all it's deep red glory until I shuffled closer up the bed.

'Three way suck,' Charley declared and shed his shorts laying on the bed in
just his t-shirt, a shuffle around later and I had a ten year old cock in
my mouth and Charley was taking me, Juan was sucking Charley's thick cock
and we were away. Of course sucking Juan gave me a good chance to fondle
his soft bottom and even run my fingers into his crack and probe for his
sphincter.

He didn't have much to say, I know it is difficult with a mouthful of cock
but Charley didn't stop yakking, Juan on the other hand applied himself to
the task in hand, When he did say something it was in Spanish so I reckoned
his English wasn't all that good. He did say something at one stage and
Charley started laughing.

'What did he say?' I asked suspiciously leaving Juan's by now fully hard
erection to wave in the breeze.

'He says you have a nice gringo dicky and he hopes that you fuck him
later.'

'He didn't?' I looked at the kid probably with a bit of shock but Juan just
nodded his head with a big grin and then dived back onto Charley's shiny
cock. Silently I accepted the hand lotion that Charley had extracted from
under his pillows. I was a bit confused by this time, Juan was quite well
developed for a ten year old and I wondered if he could cum, he had a
sprinkling of pubics as well, I never had a sign of pubics at that age but
I was fair haired and he was dark. Was is the body or the age, I wasn't
that well up on Biology and it wasn't a thing we discussed at school. I
knew that kids (or boys I should say) began to cum at around twelve or
thirteeen, it varied but not at ten surely. The problem was as I sucked
Juan I was sure I could taste boy cum, I was familiar enough with the taste
by now.

Anyway, that was to cum as they say, for the moment I had the cap of the
lotion off and as I merrily sucked away at Juan's tasty cock I slipped one
finger into his crack, probed at his ring as I felt him relax I slid my
finger into his tight little shute.

'Aaah,' he gasped and I felt his cock jerk in my mouth and still that
taste.

'Oooh,' Charley groaned and held my head as he gently fucked into my
gobbles and sucks. I was trying not to cum myself, I wanted Juan but I
didn't quite know how to go about it, I was a guest after all.

Suddenly the problem was resolved, I was still slowly finger fucking Juan's
beautiful bottom when Charley withdrew from my mouth and tried to manhandle
the younger boy onto his belly, Juan didn't want that, he rolled onto his
back and looking intently at me raised his knees to his chest exposing his
lotion smeared ring.

'Go on,' Charley hissed. 'I need to cum.'

I didn't need telling twice, I got close to Juan, rubbed my straining
hardon gainst his slippery pucker and pushed. God, that was nice. I closed
my eyes and kissed the boy as I felt his tight heat surround my twitching
boy meat, I was on the verge of cuming myself and then I felt a sudden
pressure and the feeling of Charley's thickness as he mounted me from the
rear. I was the meat in the sandwich.

I felt Charley pounding into my skinny bottom as I slipped in and out of
Juan's tight warmth. I don't think I was too keen on threesomes but it was
an experience and apart from keeping a good rythm going I enjoyed it. Even
when I finally came into Juan';s tight little boy bottom and felt Charley's
thick spunk squirt up into my own bum. Jeez, I was shagged.

'I haven't cum yet.' Juan spoke sadly and stroked his jerking cocklet and
this time precum was clearly visible. The kid could cum after all.

'Your turn,' Charley laughed at me. 'He doesn't cum a lot but he does cum
all the same.'

What does Peter say. A nod's as good as a wink to a blind camel or
something totally ridiculous. I smiled at Juan, pressed him back onto his
bed and holding his cocklet upright with two fingers sank my mouth over the
warm morsel. He sighed with pleasure and gently played with my overlong
hair as I gently sucked and played my tongue around his slippery little
glans.

'Finger me,' he ordered in a croak.

'Why not?' I slipped my middle finger inside him and redoubled my efforts
sucking and finger fucking into his tight little hole aided by a coating of
my own cum. Filthy, dirty, horrible and perverted. It was bloody great.

  'Oh, oh, oh,' he thrashed about on my finger and nearly freaked when I
slid it free and then thrust two fingers in deep and hard. I felt the gush
of warm fluid into my mouth and he went as limp as a rag doll. I gently
slid my fingers free from his spunk soaked hole and gently kissed his small
nuts.

'OK, baby?'

'Si,' he grinned at me tiredly, he gave a small protesting sound as Charley
moved me out of the way. Charley hoisted the kid's legs in the air and in
one smooth motion sheathed himself in Juan's body and started to slowly
fuck. I just flopped back onto the bed and nuzzled at Juan's neck.

I was wasted, we had the rest of the weekend to go and at the end of the
day God knows what I was going to tell Peter ..... that's if I told him
anything at all.


					TO BE CONTINUED


Chapter 3 - Fritz at 14 to follow

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