Date: Wed, 24 Nov 2004 08:33:18 EST
From: GCutter66@aol.com
Subject: GOTTA FAG TO SPARE

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

This short story is in English/English not American/English: Therefore a
'fag' is slang for a cigarette and a 'faggot' is a big spiced meatball in
gravy from the Midlands and the North of England not a woofta.

GCutter66@aol.com ..... for comments and criticism, all mails answered
excepting flamers.




GOTTA FAG TO SPARE?


by


G. Cutter



I parked the van in the supermarket car park and locked up. Another week
over and I was looking forward to enjoying a fortnight's holiday. I wasn't
intending to do a lot other than maybe pop down to Brighton and see
friends. As the Yank's would say, it was chill out time. I lived by myself
so I tried to restrict my shopping for food to a weekly routine living off
takeaways for the rest of the time. Tonight was my shopping night, Friday
night and a drizzly one at that. Our summers seemed to be getting wetter
and our autumns and winters were getting to be total shit (to coin a
phrase).

Anyway, here I was about to go across the park and battle with the
regiments of old women and kids who seem to congregate on a Friday in our
local Safeways (now run by Morrisons, I hasten to add).

'Gotta fag to spare?'

I span around. Jesus, it was the same kid who'd approached me the previous
Friday. I'd fucked him off on that occasion but perhaps with my holiday
coming on I was more charitably inclined. 'Yeah, go on, ponce.' I held my
cigarettes out as I insulted him. He took one and gave me a cheerful grin
and a nod. He was quite sweet really, probably sixteen, maybe seventeen but
shopping called.

'Cheers, mate,' he called after me as I walked across to the store.

Cheeky sod, I thought as I walked into the store. Bread, butter, blah,
blah. I hate shopping but one has to eat. Oh, yeah, I hate cooking as
well. One of these days if the business takes off I'll employ a chef. Just
as a matter of interest I'm in the gardening and landscaping business and
the competition is keen, there's a lot of us around in Surrey. Mind you
being the fat cat's county there's lots of dosh to be made. I had my
'book', that's my regulars and there's always the one off. I even employed
the teenagers that lived either side of me if the work was heavy enough and
the money was good enough. But enough of business back to shopping. I
finished up pushing a trolley load of grub, needless to say I captured the
only bloody trolley with a mind of it's own. I'm sure you've all met Mr
Shopping Trolley who wants to go one way when you want to go the other
....... the little bastards.

Talking about Robert and Charlie, the boy neighbours, both were sixteen and
I had the hots for their youthful bodies. Unfortunately both had huge Dads
and you know what they say about shitting on your own doorstep. The
discerning reader will have deduced that I'm gay ..... well done, guys.

Anyway, here I was pushing this bloody thing across the car park in the
drizzle, me heading for the van and the trolley heading for London Town
when this kid appears, the one from earlier, the fag ponce.

'Wanna hand,' he gave me a big grin. I nearly fucked him off out of it but
he was quite nice and be fair, it was worth another cigarette to let him
push the damn trolley.

'Cheers, you're an angel.' Nothing like a bit of camp to help things along.

'I know, I know,' he laughed and grabbed the trolley. I had the sudden
suspicion that he might be on the game, a rent boy, in fact but they're a
bit few and far between in this part of the world a sort of endangered
species. Their habitat is normally places like London or Brighton and they
tend to nest in rich poof's wallets or that's what the Natural History
Channel says.

He managed to run the trolley up against my van giving it a fresh dent but
I didn't say anything, another bend in the Blue Beasty wouldn't matter too
much.

'Have a fag,' I fished my cigarettes out of my damp anorak.

Naturally enough he accepted and lurked as I opened the side door and
placed my various bags on the floor.

'I've seen you around,' he peered through a faceful of smoke. 'Where do you
live?'

Great, he'd moved from ponce mode to village copper mode.

'Nelson Avenue, on the Estate.' That's all he needed to know.

'Ah, that's why. I live just around the corner.'

'What road?'

'Drake's Close.'

'I'll give you a lift if you like.' This was me being a cross between a
Christian and a youth hunter, anyway, apart from being a bit of a bum he
seemed a nice enough kid and I did have a long holiday coming up. I
wondered if he'd drop 'em for dosh, not that I would be interested of
course.

'Yeah, cheers. You're a pal,' he gave me an affectionate slap on my wet
clothing. 'I'll help you get your shopping in, it's pissing down.'

Crude but true, the light drizzly rain had turned into a torrent and was
hammering off the pressed steel roof of my banger, I got in and unlocked
for him to get in the passenger side.

'Let it ease off a bit first,' I decided as we sat there and the car park
rapidly turned into a pond. 'You must have a name other than Ponce.'

'Simon,' he grinned at me in the gloom.

'Pleased to meetcha, Simon. I'm Steve.'

'Not as in Steven Cope?'

'Yeah.'

'Like what's painted on the side of the van?'

'The one and only,' I grinned at him. 'Let's go.' The rain was easing as I
carefully drove from the park, it doesn't do to go mad when you're towing a
chipper and shredder that weighs the best part of a ton.

Perhaps I should say tonne just to keep the Euro lobby happy.

We talked idly on the way home which was about fifteen minutes drive and I
gathered that he had left school and was unemployed. At that curious stage
where they don't get unemployment benefit unless they keep trying for
various schemes and job trials.

'Still, your parents look after you, I suppose?' I did a bit of fishing.

'Sorta,' he answered briefly.

'Sit tight,' I warned him. This maneuver I did at the end of each day was a
nightmare. I had to drive into the centre of the road and then reverse the
chipper upto the garage. Not easy in bright sunlight, bloody lethal in the
middle of a monsoon.

'Hey, that was good,' he congratulated me as I bounced the chipper off the
garage door with a mighty clonk. 'Wanna hand in with your stuff. After
wrestling the monster up the short drive I readily accepted his kind offer,
he was probably after another fag anyway. I had some indoors, I might
present him with a packet and then he could go and smoke himself to
death. I was pretty kosher myself, I had the habit down to ten a day.

'Come on then,' I stepped out into the pouring rain and slid the side door
back he grabbed some bags and I got the rest as we ran to the front
door. I've got to explain a bit here and tell you that I have a small
council house, you probably know the type, Mrs Thatcher's mob did well
selling them off like hot cakes in the eighties which was when my parents
bought this one. Well I'm sad to say that they're gone now and I'm the sole
owner and it's all mine for better or for worse. It wasn't the largest or
the best maintained in the world but it was all I had and it did me fine.

'Come in, Simon,' I ushered him in as he hovered at the front door. 'Let's
have a cuppa of something hot.'

'Wicked.'

In we went and dumped the stuff on the kitchen table and I sat him down
after getting his sodden coat off him. He made himself at home and sat
there watching me as I brewed up tea and started to sort out the shopping.

'You live alone?'

'Nosey tart.'

'Sorry,' he had the grace to look contrite for just a moment and then the
grin was back. 'Well?'

'Yeah, I live alone,' I admitted and made the tea and presented him with a
mug.

'Gonna be a wet walk home,' he said plaintively like a little boy lost.

'Poor diddums,' I mocked him. 'Hang on here for a while,' I offered. 'I'm
in for the rest of the day. Come in my shambles room, we can get warmed
up.'

'Shambles room?'

'Code for the lounge,' I laughed and escorted him into a bit more
comfort. I kicked my boots off and flashed up my big old gas fire. Costs a
fortune and makes you drowsy after a while but it sure as hell warms the
place up.'

'Can I?' He looked down at his own soggy footwear.

'Feel free,' I clicked the television and studied my guest. He was sixteen
or seventeen as I've said, I would find out later. About as tall as I was,
well built but not overly muscular. He had the sort of haircut most kids
favour nowadays, very short and brushed forward and up at the front. A good
utility haircut, it doesn't need any work on it other than a cut now and
again. Looking at him in a decent light he was quite good looking in a
severe sort of way by which I mean he didn't look cuddly, he was too adult
for that and a bit to thin. He had a ready grin and a laugh though and I
like someone with a sense of humour, lets face it you need it on this
planet like right now. Remember that old record: 'The Eve of Destruction',
someone should re-record it.

'You'll know me next time,' he laughed.

'Sorry, was I staring?'

'You were,' he sipped his tea and looked over the rim of the mug at me.'

'Got any work going?' Nothing like getting straight to the point.

'Not for a fortnight, I'm on holiday.';

'Oh, going away?'

'Nah, just bumming around,' I relaxed in the heat. 'Maybe pop down to
Brighton, clean up the garden, loads of work indoors to do, maybe even some
decorating.' I made the last bit up but I was fishing just a little bit. To
my eternal shame and damnation the more I looked at my rather soggy Simon,
the more I liked him. Sod it, I forgot to say I was twenty one and a bit so
he was just about in my league ..... not too young and not too old.

'I don't mind giving a hand,' he offered. 'I'm doing bugger all at the
moment ..... for a small renumeration of course,' he added with a grin.

'I don't mind paying, what gets done by you doesn't have to be done by me.'

'True,' he looked at me like I'd solved the theory of relativity.

'Wanna hang about for a meal?' I asked on the spur of the moment.

'Haven't you got a girlfriend to see, mates to visit or something?'

'No.' Jeez, I thought I was good at fishing, I'd got nothing on this kid.

'Poor old Stevie,' he smiled. 'Still looking for the right person, eh.'

This boy was too much, I thought right now was as good a time as any to
call a halt to thing. 'And are you still looking for the right person, Sy?'

'In a manner of speaking,' he blushed a little and avoided my eyes. Good,
that had pulled him up a little. 'Hey, you've got a computer,' he'd finally
noticed my machine parked in the corner with it's printer, scanner and all
the other bibs and bobs.

'Yeah, I keep all my work on it, plus I surf the net and whatnot.'

'Porn? 'He said eagerly.

'For fuck's sake,' I laughed. 'Why does a kid always look at a computer and
immediately think of porn.'

'Human nature,' he grinned unabashed. 'Getting back to work, I'm a bit of a
dab hand with a paint brush.'

'Har, har.'

'What's funny?'

'A dab hand with a paint brush, nice pun, Sy my man.'

'Oh,' he grinned getting my drift. 'Big place for one person.'  Tell you
something, this boy sure knew how to chuck in a conversation change here
and there. To tell the truth I was tired and I was damp, it had been a long
day.

'Right,' I wobbled to my feet. 'Fish and chips or a Chinese?'

'Oh, no.' He held his hand up. 'I thought you were cooking something up, I
didn't realise you were buying in.'

'Shurrup,' I dismissed him. 'You look like a bloody scarecrow. It's my
Christian duty to feed you.'

'It's my parent's Christian duty as well,' he commented sourly but stayed
in his seat as I picked the phone up.

'Well?'

'I'm easy,' he gave me that smile of his again and that was it. One guest
for dinner. Talk about buying your friends, still never mind there might
even be a dividend at the end of the road. I settled for two Chinese meals
they were a bit pricey but it wasn't every Friday I had a guest to feed and
I wasn't exactly bankrupt. In fact, with the summer drawing to a close I
had a pretty healthy bank balance. I just needed a few odd jobs over the
winter which always came along, I wasn't really too fussed about working
myself to death for a couple of months.

Anyway, back to Simon. By the time the kid delivered the Chinese meals we
were nattering away like old mates, the only subject that didn't come up
was his family, he seemed determined to leave them out of the conversation.

'So you don't have to rush off home,' I glanced at my clock, it had just
gone eight.

'Was that a question or a statement?'

'Er ..... a question I suppose.'

'Nah, I'm my own boss.'

'Well stay the night,' I offered. I knew the offer was ambiguous, it would
be interesting to see how he would take it.

'The evening or overnight?' He looked at me with that funny half smile of
his.

'Up to you,' I gave him a smile back. 'I've got a spare room and it is
chucking it down outside.'

'Wouldn't piss down inside, would it,' he laughed. Don't you just love
smart kids. Of course he'd neatly avoided answering the offer. I didn't
want to make it obvious and press him, I suspected he was playing his own
little game and the best ploy was to let him get on with it.

'Ho, ho. Very droll.' I clicked the TV on. Who Wants to be a
Millionaire. That was fine, I liked the programme and so did Simon it
seemed, it was on for an hour and one thing came out of it and that was our
Simon wasn't a dummy. Without being condescending he was a lot smarter than
he looked, he also had a good sense of humour ..... all the things I like
in a boy. Another thing was that as the room got warmer he began to relax,
he discarded one of his t-shirts, you know the short sleeved one they wear
over the long sleeved edition.

I fed him a drink although at first he claimed to be a non drinker, in the
end he accepted a Smirnoff Ice which wouldn't do him too much damage. I
looked out around ten thirty and it was still hammering down.

'Chucking it down,' I commented as I reclaimed my seat on the sofa
alongside my guest.

'Might have to take you up on that offer.'

'Upto you.' I assumed that he was speaking about staying the night. 'Don't
you need to ring your people of something.'

'No,' he laughed. 'They're probably away for the weekend anyway, they have
a place down on the coast.'

'I'll show you around upstairs,' I took the bull by the horns, anyway, the
television had settled into a news break.

'OK,' he clambered to his feet and followed me. There wasn't too much to
show off actually, the bathroom and three bedrooms, two of which were large
and one little more than a boxroom.

'Nice place,' he peered into my bedroom. 'A bit big for lonely old Stevie.'

'Someone will come along,' I grinned. 'It's only a matter of time.'

'Sure,' he nodded as I flung the door open and showed him the room he could
use. 'Bit chilly up here.'

'I can't afford a giant gas fire in each bedroom,' I told him as we
returned to the lounge. 'Anyway, if you get too cold.......' I left the
sentence unfinished and waited to see if he'd pick up on it but he didn't
say anything, he was either acting deaf or as the kids would say, kewl.

'Hey, it's eleven,' he flopped back onto the sofa and wriggled his feet in
front of the fire.

'My bedtime soon.'

'Mine as well I guess,' he laughed. 'Crunch time.'

'Why?'

'Well,' he paused and looked at me with his ready grin. 'You've shown me a
bedroom and then you've dropped a rather heavy hint........'

'And?'

'I may as well sleep in with you,' he said quite calmly. 'Gotta be cosier,'
he reddened slightly but that was it. No prolonged chat up, no drawn out
diplomatic natter, he was sleeping with me and that was that.

'Right,' I replied for once at a loss for words.

'Well, come o-o-n,' he grinned at me. 'You've been oggling me all night
like an old lecher, you've looked after me and you've been dropping rather
camp remarks all night ......'

'Alright, alright. You've made your point.'

'I don't normally hop into bed with everyone who gives me a cigarette and a
supper you know.'

'So why me?'

'Well .....' He stretched his legs out to their full length. 'You might be
able to fix me up with some work and I rather fancy you.' He looked at me
and gave me a big grin. 'OK?'

'That'll do. Wanna nightcap?'

'If you're having one.'

'Why not? Tell me, do you bonk on your first date?'

'No, I bloody well don't,' he laughed. 'Tomorrow maybe if I get a second
night.'

'I think that can be arranged,' I got up and got another couple of
bottles. To be perfectly honest I was so shagged out I'd be lucky if I
could get it up anyway. It would be interesting to see if he how active he
was or if he just thought it was all a joke. I wanted to have sex with him,
to make love totally but apart from that I just liked him, he was pleasant
and he was easy company. Of course the other thing was that he was a good
looker, at least he was to me. I was still a little concerned about his
family which was more than he was, it was something for the future. I also
wouldn't mind moving him in but it was early days yet to consider such a
major step.'

'I was thinking of a run down to Brighton on Sunday see some friends, they
could put some money your way.'

'Yeah. How's that?'

'They take pictures on digitals and send them East, you could feature in a
Russian Gay Mag. The Bonny Brit sort of thing.'

'Sod that, he laughed. 'How much do they pay?'

'About a score I think, strip to wank.'

'Jeeezus,' he laughed.

'Something to think about,' I didn't want to hassle him, twenty quid
doesn't sound a lot when you realise what these people can make out of a
good model but my Simon was broke. 'My mates have a guy who runs a sauna,
he opens Sunday morning and they use it for pictures before the regulars
come in around midday.'

'Well, I wouldn't mind a day out,' he looked at me serious for a
moment. 'Unless I disappoint you that is.'

'You're talking about tonight?'

'Yeah.'

'Nothing to worry about, Simon. Let's just sleep and let nature take it's
course.'

'I don't like the sound of that,' he laughed. 'Mind if I have a quick bath
before bed, I feel pretty grotty.'

'Yeah, I need one as well.'

'We can share,' he said shyly. 'I'll wash your back and you can wash my
front.'

'Cocky sod.'

'Believe it,' he laughed.

I stretched out in my chair, God I was so tired. I still didn't know where
I was going with this kid, he seemed so innocent one minute and like a
regular slut the next. I suppose the only way to find out was to tackle the
bathroom and get to bed. It's all sort itself out in the end and if I
didn't get lucky at least I'd have an interesting weekend. I always find
that when you make first contact and things seem to be going well, don't
get complacent, don't get your hopes up.

Moving away from the story a little. I had a kid working for me and he made
all the right sounds, the body language was right and I was convinced that
he was 'game'. How wrong I was, the first bodily contact which happened to
be a hand on the knee and he went absolutely ballistic, talk about do a
runner. Thankfully, I've never seen him from that day to this and thank to
the Good Lord for that.

Back to Simon, now firmly in my mind as My Sy, how's that for confidence.

'Right, Sy. I'm taking first grab at the bath.'

'I thought we were sharing,' he avoided my eyes.

'Now's the time then,' I tried not to eyeball him and went upstairs.
Moments later I heard the switches go off which showed he was nicely
housetrained and then the clump of his big feet on the stairs. Yeah, he did
have big feet as well, my hopes rose 'cos you know what they say about kids
with big feet.  I tell ya, normally that saying is a load of crap but
sometimes you get lucky.

'Here we go,' he sidled into the bathroom and looked around. 'Warm in here
anyway.'

'Yeah.' I wasn't in the mood for small talk. You know how it is when you've
just done a week's work, the weather has been hell and all you want to do
is to relax. I suppose it might sound strange with what seemed to be a
perfectly willing teenager in the house but there you go. I was quite
literally exhausted.

'Have your bath,' he said quite kindly like an old Dutch Uncle and he put
the lid down on the toilet and perched to discard his boots and socks. 'You
look beat.'

'In spades,' I agreed and sat on the rim of the bath to take off my own
footwear. Cosy innit. Two grown men undressing in a small bathroom like a
pair of kids, each trying not to stare at the other and each trying to look
so bloody cool.

'Flashing time,' he grinned shyly as we faced each other, he in briefs
displaying a sizeable lump and me in boxers showing the first signs of
coming to life.

'Show me yours and I'll show you mine,' I parodied a twelve year old and he
laughed.

God, he was nice. It was long and uncircumcised, certainly no world beater
but well upto the national average. He was quite hairy around the crotch
but his legs and torso were smooth, as he got in the bath and subsided I
noticed that he had a nice arse as well. How's about that for pretty naff
word portrait, now you know why I do pictures to go with my stories.

'In or out,' He smiled up at me and squeezed the sponge over his short
hair.

'Just admiring your manly beauty,' I smiled tiredly and slipped in facing
the other way. I gently rubbed my foot in his fork to be rewarded with a
flash of smile and the feel of things getting harder against the sole of my
foot.

'You might be tired,' he looked at me speculatively. 'I'm not.'

'Goody,' I murmured. I suppose I could sleep on my tummy and see just how
straight he was, let's face it, I wasn't the ugliest bug in the world.
Yeah, that was a plan. I looked down the bath at his smiling face and kept
the pressure on his groin, he was now fully hard. 'I'm glad you're not
tired,' I grinned and stood showering him with water. 'I'm going to bed
now,' I stepped out of the bath and started to dry off.

'Right behind you, Steve,' he too got from the bath and his cock led the
way. It was a beauty and larger than I'd first thought, as he started to
dry himself I reached out and grasped the warmth. He groaned and let me
massage it a little, no signs or reluctance, no pulling away. If the boy
wasn't gay then he certainly wasn't anti either. 'Keep that up and I'll
fuck you,' he threatened with a grin.

'Promises, promises,' I mocked and let him go. 'Come and keep me warm,' I
left the bathroom and him to finish his drying. I was pretty certain he was
going to do 'the right thing', I could see it in his eyes.

Five minutes later or maybe less I was tucked up in bed when he padded into
the room, he must have left his clothing in the bathroom as all he had on
was the damp towel draped around his slender hips, a damp towel with a
definite lump in the front, he was still up and ready.

'Which side do you want me to sleep?'

'I don't want you to sleep.'

'I know that,' he grinned and sat on the edge of the bed. Gazing steadily
at me he grasped the top of the bedding and slowly drew the bedclothes down
to my navel. 'You are a very tasty looking young man,' he husked and
dropped his head kissing my belly.

'All yours,' I whispered back.

'Good.' He stood and turned off the light just leaving the reading lamp on
by the bedside, he returned to the bed and slowly moved his foreskin over
the top of his glans. I shucked the bedding right down and lay there
spreadeagled with my own penis at full stretch. 'Have you got any lube?' He
clambered onto the bed and knelt between my outstretched legs. No novice
this kid but I didn't want to know about his past experience or experiences
I just wanted him to satisfy me for the night and lay against his smooth
body. No one can foretell the future but I just had this strong feeling
that I'd made the right move with this kid and that we were going to get on
just fine. Wordlessly I reached under the pillow and handed him the trusty
tube of KY.

He took it from me with a grin and oiled up making a great show of rubbing
himself and slowy wanking until his pale shaft was a gleaming spike of
youthful muscle.

Still silent I lifted my knees as he moved closer. I felt his fingers on my
ring and then the gentle intrusion of one finger easing and lubricating. As
I've said, no novice this lad.

'Soooo nice,' he whispered and then rather surprisingly ducked his head and
kissed me fully on the lips. After a moment I grabbed the back of his neck
holding his head down for a longer and harder meeting of lips, to my
delight I felt his tongue at my lips and I opened my mouth as he slowly
pushed. I whinced as our tongues met and his slippery organ pierced through
my pucker and he began to fill my body with his living flesh. God, he was
so gentle and he was so good. He gradually filled me and then with his
pubics mashed up snugly under my scrotum he began to fuck. I pressed my
calves on his broad shoulders and let him do the work and he was a good
workman. I just prayed with all my heart that he did go both ways and
wasn't just one of those who like to use and abuse.

'This is nice,' I murmured dreamily as he made love slowly and gently,
almost lazily in fact.

'You are so tight,' he whispered as he nuzzled at my neck. Not much of a
compliment but better than nothing.

'Compared to whom,' I asked but he just grinned refusing to be drawn.

'When I know you a bit better,' he promised.

'After I do you?'

'I thought you were tired,' he chuckled but kept up his rythmic loving.

'Tomorrow I won't be.'

'Then tomorrow you can make love to me,' he grinned down at me as I
smiled. 'Feel better now.' He must be a mindreader as well as a good lover.

'Fuck me,' I growled. Not very romantic and not very original but it was
early days between us.

'Yeah,' he slurred and began to fuck for real pushing me up the bed at
every strong boyish thrust into my pinioned body. By God he was good. I
don't know what his experience was, if any, but he made good love and when
he came it was off planet. I've got no idea when he'd last had a wank or
any other sort of release for that matter but he cum a bundle as they say.

His jerking and trhobbing cock seemed to spurt for ever, I could feel his
slippery fluid around the outside of my hole and then on my cheeks as he
just seemed to cum for an eternity.

'I'm shagged,' he finally gasped flicking his sweat into my face. 'Was it
alright for you,' he chuckled as he cowlicked my nose. Weird kid.

'You were great,' I assured him. 'You done well.'  Now there's three ways
to a boy or a youth's heart, buy him free drinks, buy him free food or tell
him he's brilliant. The latter is the cheapest.

'Good. I really am shagged out, Steve ,'

'No probs,' Sy. Tomorrow's another day. Let's zed.'

'Zed?'

'Zed as in zzzzz. Sleep.'

'Oh, gotcha,' he laughed and backed onto me. I didn't think he was offering
but I was going to hold him to his word in the morning. I didn't know where
this one was going, it may be a one night stand it may even be the
beginnings of a beautiful friendship but as they say in the landscaping
business ..... Carpe Diem, or fuckit, there's always tomorrow.

I snuggled up against his warmth and his strong back and nibbled at his
ear.

'Go to sleep, randy,' he pushed his bottom back. It was tempting but I was
drifting off already. He was nice, I was happy .... and a bit sticky.

Saturday morning, the crack o' dawn and I didn't have any work to go to, I
was on my break. Maybe a week, maybe two depends how things turned out, I
was my own Boss after all. I felt warmth and smoothness alongside me and it
all came back to me, it should do, my bum was a bit sore and most certainly
a tad tacky. The birds were making a bloody awful racket so it must be a
nice day, the milkman was also making an awful racket so it must be around
seven. The good thing about being a Son of the Soil you know these things.

I tentatively reached out and stroked down Simon's side onto his hip bone,
he gusted warm breathe at me and mumbled something, naturally enough I
reached between us to feel his thick semi hard meat. I squeezed it gently
moving the foreskin to and fro and as he slept on I felt it begin to
stiffen.

Anyway, enough of the fun and games, I had an appointment with a toilet.

I returned after doing the biz bearing a damp flannel and a little fluffy
towel, he was getting his wiggly bit dry cleaned in the bed. Fortunately
he'd flopped onto his back so I slipped into the bed and shoved my head
under the bedding. A gentle wiping with the wet flannel and a fluffy dry
off and he was sparkly clean and the smell of dried cum had abated just a
bit.

'I'm awake you know,' he mumbled and stretched in the bed.

'No panic, it's only just gone seven.'

'Great,' he jumped as my dry lips ran up his shaft and he leapt around six
foot when I gave him a nice wet kiss on the end of his now exposed
glans. 'Jeez, Stevie, you'll gimme a heart attack.'

'Not just yet,' I murmured and holding his hardon upright slowly slipped my
moist lips over the end and started to bob my head up and down.

'Omigawd,' he rested his hands on my hair and relaxed. I sucked his
hardness and toyed with his hairy nuts until I felt them begin to tighten
up. 'Make me cum when you do me,' he whispered.

'What?'

'Don't make me beg,' he tapped me on the head with his knuckles. 'You can't
be tired now.'

'No, I'm not.' I spread his legs and knelt between them. I love this sort
of thing, no false modesty, no shilly shallying about just loving like we'd
been at it for years.

'Treat me gentle,' he whispered again and then started to laugh. 'Treat me
gentle or I'll beat you to death,' he laughed.

'That's better,' I grinned and got beteen his outspread legs hoisting his
knees up onto his chest exposing his pucker, my target of opportunity.

'Slowly,' he pleaded as I slowly and gently oiled his ring ready for what
was to cum. 'Yesss,' he sighed and clamped his muscular bottom on my
probing.

'Ready?' I bent forward to kiss and taste his tongue.

'I'm ready to give you one,' he threatened as I ran my slippery glans
across his tautly spread ring.

'Don't cum then,' I pushed gently and entered his warmth with no problem at
all. His anal muscle clamped on me as I sank into his hot flesh and he
groaned a little but just a little.

'Yeah, thatsss orrite,' he slurred as I sank deeper and then started to
move in and out. 'You've done this before.'

'Not really,' I lied. 'You corrupted me.'

'Bollocks,' he laughed and grabbed my hips dragging me in deeper and
pressed his calves on my back keeping me in tight. 'Come on, Stevie. Nice
and slow,' his grey eyes gazed at me and he half smiled as I began to give
him the love he wanted. This wasn't going to be a one night stand, I knew
it and I felt that he knew it as well. We were too good together, we were
made for each other. He'd enjoyed me and I was enjoying him, a match made
in heaven.

'You're a bit hairy for me Sy. we'd better split after this.'

'What?' His eyes shot open.

'Only joking, Simone.'

'It's Simon and that wasn't fuckin' funny,' he grabbed my neck and brought
my head down. 'You cunt.'

'Love a domineering man,' I rammed into his tight heat. 'Sorry, Sy .... I
talk a load of shit at times.'

'You're forgiven, now gimme babies ..... Stephanie.'

'You had to think about that one,' I cackled as I began to plough him deep
and hard, he could take it, very well if the grin was anything to go by.

'Yeah,' he moaned and kept up the pressure with his legs on my back. I was
cuming I could feel it rising just like a volcano, I was about to cum in my
young lover. I glued my lips to his and did it.

I felt him writhe beneath me as my jerking cock sprayed his insides with my
slippery, creamy spunk, coating his passage and making the remaining sex
almost fluid.

'Jeez,' I sighed as I slowed down and pumped lazily into his flooded hole.

'Indeed,' he grinned up at me. 'I ain't cum yet,' he wiggled his eyesbrows
like Groucho Marx or was it Karl Marx (sorry, commies).

'Gimme time,' I carefully slipped free and we rolled on oursides in the
slightly sweaty bed and cuddled. 'Can you stay the weekend?'

'Do you want me to?'

'Of course,' I looked at him and kissed his nose. 'I might be in love, I
need to find out for sure.'

'Very practicable,' he laughed. 'Yeah, I'll stay as long as you can feed
me.'

'Small price to pay for a sex slave.'

'Innit?'

We lay in the bed doing what you do after good sex, we had a fag (a
cigarette that is), we kissed, we cuddled. To coin an old English phrase: I
was happy as a pig in shit. I felt I'd found a soul mate, I don't know if
that was true but time would tell.

Eventually we got up around ten I suppose it was and I noticed he seemed a
bit distant if you know what I mean.

'Whassup, Sy?'

'Dunno,' he looked at me. 'I suppose we gotta talk about this.'

'What?'

'Don't be a prat, we gotta talk about you and me,' he looked at me a bit
sourly I thought. 'If you wanted a one night stand you got lucky
..... where do we go from here?'

'Of course I wanted a one night stand, Sy,' I looked at him. 'I got a bit
more, didn't I?' Talk about answer a question with a question. 'Can we have
a cuppa or a coffee and have a chat?'

'Share a bath first,' he gave me a cheeky grin.

'Share a bath and a clearout, now that's romantic.'

'Jeez ..... that is so gross,' he laughed and rushed off to the bathroom
with me in hot pursuit. I didn't want to lose him, I didn't need teenage
angst, I just wanted to get things sorted. I'd made my mind up, I wanted
this youth and by hooky or by crooky I was going to have him.

We did what we had to do, shared a bath which led to more giggles and
gropes just like a pair of schoolies. Needless to say we both finished up
as stiff as pokers but fought back the urge in preferrence for breakfast
... now that is sad but we were both hungry. I did something simple which
is the extent of my cooking ability and that was it. All done and dusted
(another Old English expression). We sat at peace with the world he on
coffee and me on tea.

'So?' He looked at me with that slight smile I found such a turnon.

'You come and work for me, move in and we live happily ever after.' There
you go, that was to the point.

'I could use a job, that's for sure,' he looked at me across the rim of his
cup. 'Move in ..... I presume that's on a sex basis.'

'Call it what you like,' I was dismissive. 'I've got a room you can move
into, have your own lifestyle.'

'Not bringing girls or boys home though?'

'Definitely not girls,' I looked at him steadily, 'Boys, I dunno about.'

'Sharing?' He gave me a broad grin.

'Now that's another thing altogether,' I smiled back. A man after my own
heart. Perhaps he might even be useful with the neighbours kids.

'Thought it might be,' he murmured.

'It's a big step,' he said slowly and thoughtfully. 'Mind you I'd give my
right leg to be clear of my family ..... we just don't get on, haven't
since I left school.'

'Now's your chance,' I stood up and refreshed his coffee and did myself
another tea. 'Keep me company over my holiday and I can give you some idea
what the job's all about and take it from there.'

'An offer I can't refuse?'

'It's upto you.'

'Cheers,' he said dryly. 'What's on the agenda for today?'

'Well, I was going to have a cleanup, run the hoover around a bit, sling a
load of gear in the washing machine and then unhook the chipper and do a
bit of shopping.'

'Dunno about trailing you around a supermarket,' he ginned. 'A bit too Jack
and Jill of you know what I mean.'

'You can sit in the van or stay indoors and watch the box.'

'Whatever,' he answered carelessly.

'One job I do on holiday is normally clear the van out, I don't like to go
visiting with a vanload of gardening gear. Gives me a chance to service
everything.'

'Well I can help with that,' he cheered up. 'You can show me how your gear
works.'

'Then we can watch Saturday afternoon football or have sex.'

'Should have seen that coming,' he grinned from ear to ear.

'Want to give it a go,' I asked trying not to appear as if I was pleading.

'Why not,' he looked at me, 'What have I got to lose, the virginity's
gone.'

'Long ago,' I commented to receive another laugh.

Well, that was it. We did everything I wanted to, spent rather a long time
clearing the van out and demonstrating how most of my equipment worked
which was all pretty basic anyway and were all done with for around two
o'clock in the afternoon.

'Brighton tomorrow,' I told him on the way back into the house.

'These mates of yours?'

'Yeah. Bastian and Matty, they have a bead and breakfast in Brighton,
pretty heavily involved in the mild porn trade.'

'Sound a nice pair.'

'They're OK,' I laughed. 'Not as bad as they seem.'

'Old guys?'

'No,' I frowned. 'Twenty one and sixteen as I recall, Matty's quite sweet,
you'll like him and they have another kid hangs around. Tony the raver,
he's only fifteen I think.'

'Jeez,' he gave me a playful swat on the bum as we went into the
lounge. 'Bunch of pervs.'

'All the way, I cheerfully agreed. 'We leave just after nine. You don't
have to come if you don't want, it's upto you.'

'Wouldn't miss this lot for the world. Tea or coffee?'

'Tea for me,' I flopped into the sofa and put the fire on, it looked very
much like summer was over, the sky was dark grey and the air was getting
quite chilly. Time for siting in the warm rather than wandering about in
the cold. I like football but I'd rather watch it on the box than wander
around a muddy and windswept field. My new companion seemed to be
likeminded, thank God.

By the time he came back from the kitchen with a couple of steaming mugs
the room was warning up and I was feeling quite relaxed. It's always a bit
of a quandry when you have someone in the house, a sort of question of what
do you want to do and what do they want to do. He solved that problem quite
neatly.

'I'm shagged,' he announced. 'Sorting all that gear out and I'm manky,' he
held his dirty hands out. 'I could use a good bath and a bit of a rest.'

'Want company or want to be on your own?'

'I'd love a bit of company.' Surprisingly and suddenly he leant over and
kissed me on the cheek. 'You owe me,' he whispered.

'No probs,' I glanced sideways and gave him a smile. 'At least you make a
good cup of tea.'

Ten minutes later he grabbed my mug and washed both his and
mine. Excellent, semi-house trained at least.

'Come on then.' This time it wasn't the quirky half smile but the full
beam, the dazzler.

'What you got in mind, lover boy?'

'You,' he grabbed my wrist and dragged me off to the bathroom. God he was
strong for a teenager and I like an old slut that's been on the waggon for
far too long was loving it. This time it was going to be better that's if
you can get better than excellent. We'd both had each other, we'd both
enjoyed and now we could take our time and absolutely wallow in our
pleasure.

No messing in the bathroom, we were both stripped off so fast and in each
others arms we must have set a world record.

'So much for Mr Straight,' I smiled at him fondly and clasped his firm
cheeks.

'You must have perverted me,' he smiled and ground his hardness against
mine. 'Let's get clean and get to bed.'

'And get dirty again.'

'Sounds good to me,' he stepped into the bath and I followed. This time we
leisurely washed each other, soapy wanks were in fashion but neither of us
wanted to cum, just to get excited and prolong the event for as long as we
could.

Without any prompting he dropped to his knees and rinsed off my straining
penis and the slowly and very gently skimmed the foreskin back, he studied
my blood engorged glans for a moment and took it into his mouth and slowly
sucked, at the same time his fingers slipped inside my crack and I felt a
pair slip inside me and gently move to and fro. 'Don't make me cum,' I
whined.

'Why not,' he glanced up my belly with a grin on his handsome face. 'The
sex will last longer.'

'You're right,' I agreed and let him continue with his finger fucking and
his sucking and lapping at my iron hard shaft. He dug deep into my bum
which had the effect of ramming my erection into the back of his
throat. 'It's cuming,' I groaned as I felt the heat arising yet again.

'Mmmmmph,' breathed through his nose and sucked as my semen shot up my
shaft and shot deep into his mouth. Gobbling and sucking he absorbed the
full flow actually squeezing my relaxing cock like an almost empty tube of
toothpaste.

'Go, that was so nice,' I stroked his buzz cut and fondled his wet ears as
he extracted each last pealry drop and gently slid his fingers free. I felt
my sphincter close and desperately wanted him to fuck me there and then but
held off, as he'd said, it would be better in bed.

He got from his knees and I assumed his position stroking his soapy nuts
which were tight in their sac, he wasn't going to last too long, he was
ripe. He was big and seemed to be getting bigger every time I saw it,
perhaps it was wishful thinking. I took his succulent glans into my mouth
and sucked and ran my lips to and fro over his sensitive rim until he was
whining and fucking my face playing with my hair and ears. It couldn't last
as I knew it couldn't and when I rammed two fingers deep into his pucker he
groaned and his cock jerked in my mouth spraying his sweet juice deep into
my throat. He even tasted good, I swallowed and gobbled on his thick,
creamy youth spunk as he filled my mouth and it trickled down my chin. I
sucked him dry as he slumped and eventually slid down in the bath to join
me.

'God, I am shagged,' he grinned and gave me a kiss on my spunky lips.

'That comes next,' I smiled in return and slipped my tongue between his
teeth.

We managed to totter from the bathroom after drying off and headed for
bed. I think it was mutually and silently agreed that supper would come
later, much later for the moment it was rest and then maybe some more of
the same.

I woke up around six thirty, it was getting dark and I could feel the heat
of Simon on my back, the regular beat of his heart on my shoulder and the
stiffness of his youth pressed up against my bottom.

'You awake?'

'Nah,' he giggled and pressed up against me. 'I could lie here for ever,'
he nibbled at the back of my neck and kissed me. It was perfect, I pressed
back up against his firm young manhood and made a wish, just like in the
fairy stories. 'Do that again and I'll fuck you,' he threatened. Who said
fairy stories were for kids.

'Promises, promises,' I mumbled and pressed back again. I lifted one leg
slightly as I felt him nudge at my crack and felt his hot dryness push up
against my ring. 'A bit of spit will do.'

I think he had to consider that one, he wasn't that experienced but he got
it in the end. I felt the pressure of his dry knob with just a bit of
saliva coating it push up against me, a brief pain and he was opening me up
and the mass of his totally re-energised penis began to fill me. Who needs
Duracell bunnies?

'Stevie, you are so tight,' he moaned. Music to a young gay's ears.

He kept up his kissing and nibbling and slowly and gently opened me up
until I felt his hairy groin up against my bum and the full length of his
hot core lodged in my body.

'Nice,' I clamped hard and pushed back onto his slow thrusts.

'Very,' he agreed and started to withdraw until his head nearly popped free
and then slid right back in again. He repeated this for a few times and
then rolled me onto my belly and parted my legs. I turned my head on the
pillow to meet his sloppy kisses and pushed up onto his slow and
penetrating shafting. I could have laid there for ever just savouring the
feel of his youth and enthusiasm filling my body as he fucked me in slow
time until he groaned and began to move faster.

'Harder, faster,' I urged him on as he got into his stride and his
finale. These were the so called vinegar strokes.

He was now slamming and slapping in and I could feel his sweat on my back
as he thrust and rammed. 'I'm gonna.....'

Bugger me, I knew that. Bugger me, indeed.

'Jeeez, Stevie,' he cried out and rammed in so hard I thought the bed was
going to collapse. In spite of the bathroom episode of a couple of hours
previous I grinned into the pillow as I felt his thick, gluey jism spurt
and shoot deep into my body. It was so hot and so slippery it was quishy
time. He puffed and panted like an old man as he finished off in lazy
spurts and then collapsed on me, his sweaty chest glued to my back and us
still joined by his slippery flesh rammed deep into my bottom. Heaven and
as far as I was concerned the best was yet to come.

Don't get me wrong, I thoroughly enjoyed him making love to me but I always
had a preference for being the top rather than the bottom. I knew that with
him as a partner it was going to be give and take all the way and that's
the way lasting relationships are built. Mutual pleasure and mutual
respect, at least that was my opinion and it seemed that I'd found a soul
mate for the very first time.

'I suppose you want a fuck now,' he whispered and lapped at my ear, then he
nipped it. 'Bastard,' he murmured fondly.

'I wanna make love to you.'

'Even better,' he giggled and stirred his limpening shaft in my cum flooded
passage. 'I think I'm falling for you.'

'Early days, baby,' I clamped on his meat expelling him from my body. A
quick wrestle and we were face to face and I gazed into his eyes. 'Give it
time,' I kissed him on his sweat beaded nose and then on his lips and then
nuzzled at his throat and felt the blood pulse in his artery. I slid my
hardness between his legs and he clamped on me as we rolled over and he
finished up on his back with me gently pumping between his legs and my
belly massaged his soft and shrunken dicky.

I slid up his body and a I did I hooked under his thighs and raised his
legs, no hesitation this time he tucked his knees into his chest exposing
his pucker for my pleasure and hopefully his. 'You seem to be getting used
to this,' I murmured as I placed my swollen glans at his opening, there was
no need for saliva, by some miracle I was providing my own lubricant the
natural way.

'Perhaps I'm getting to like it,' he held my hips and looked me in the
eye. 'With you that is.'

'I hope so,' I leant in to kiss him and he held the kiss, he grabbed the
back of my neck and his tongue slithered into my mouth. As I began to run
out of air I slowly pushed and felt his gateway open to let me in.

'Aah,' he gave a little gasp and then smiled. 'Nice one,' he held my hips
and more or less pulled himself onto me as I moved in and out sinking
deeper and deeper into his warm and welcoming flesh.

God, he was so good. Have I said that before somewhere?

I moved in and out of his delicious warmth and tightness and we kissed
gently at first then savagely as I began to rut for real hammering into his
taughtly spread bottom until he moaned for me to cum. 'You're wrecking my
arse, it's gonna finish up like the Channel Tunnel.'

'Never,' I grinned down at his sweat sheened face as I felt my balls
tighten and the pleasure pain of my hot sperm building.

'Gonna ......'

'Cum,' he laughed.

'Yeah,' I rammed in hard and deep holding him in a bear hug as I felt my
cock jerk and throb and then the blessed relief as I spurted long streamers
of my slippery love deep into his hot body.

'Yeeeee,' he pulled at my hips as I moved slightly feeling the cum coating
my erection as I moved in and out pleasuring myself in his flooded
hole. Another jackpot, dunno where the hell it all came from but it was my
gift to him and he wriggled on my meat as it slowly softened inside him.

'Can you fall in love in twenty fours hours?'

'Happens all the time,' I smiled and kissed him softly as I withdrew and
lay alongside cuddling his damp body.

'As I said earlier: I'm shagged,' he grinned at me and grasped my tacky
penis. 'Time for another?'

'Fuck off you maniac.'

'That's my Stevie.'

And they lived happily ever after.


				  THE END


Crap finish but there you go ... can't get it right all the time.
Steve and Simon will probably visit Brighton in the near future and meet
Baz, Matty and the Gang from the Brighton Encounter Series.
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