Date: Thu, 10 Aug 2006 15:01:00 EDT
From: GCutter66@aol.com
Subject: JO'S BOYS - 4

WARNING: This story is homoerotic in content. This means that it may and
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JO'S BOYS


4 - Leo's Story


by


G. Cutter



Cor, that bed stunk and it was wet, well, not wet but damp with sweat and
spilt spunk, jism, cum or whatever. Totally yeuchy.

After we'd had our first bout of mutual sex Loren and I had heard the
others come in but they didn't make a lot of noise and in ten minutes or so
the flat returned to silence, I guess they must have gone straight to
bed. I lay there thinking about myself and how I'd really let myself go
with Loren, how I should feel ashamed and I didn't, how I should be full of
loathing and self remorse but I wasn't, I just felt happy. Loren was a nice
boy, we had good sex and there you go. That stunt with the ribbon was a
cracker, I'd have to try that next time I had a solo wank, at least it
would make it last longer, I tended to spurt almost instantly, probably
thinking about sex all day long didn't help.

I lay there and gazed up at the dark ceiling, I wondered how Jo and the
other boy whose name I kept forgetting were getting on. Florian, that was
it. He was probably bouncing up and down on Jo's man meat right now, I felt
myself stiffening at the thought of it. Mind you, I thought Florian was
nice, I wouldn't have minded having sex with him. I wouldn't have minded
him shagging me I'm sure I'd quite enjoy it. From the playing around on the
bed when Jo took the pictures I recall even semi stiff Florian was smaller
than Loren.  Queer as queer could be but great fun, better than a lone
handjob. What do they say: A pleasure shared is a pleasure doubled. I
snuggled into Loren and felt the gentle curve of his smooth high riding
bottom and turned into him, my freshly awakened stiffness just seem to
glide between his springy little cheeks and I felt my knob push against his
slick and still sweaty ring. I gave a little push and slid into his warmth
and tightness.

'Randy prat,' he mumbled and pushed back onto my slow thrusts.

It took a long time cuming but it was nice and as I finished and rolled
over to sleep I felt him on my back and his stiff dicky prod at me, I
smiled into the pillow and let him pig out. I've got no shame, I liked his
cock, the touch of his lips on my skin and the warmth of his chest on my
back... I just liked him fucking me almost as much as I liked topping him.

I suppose I awoke about five or maybe a little earlier, I slipped out of
bed and took a peep from the window and would you believe it was drizzling
again. Bloody unbelievable weather for a school holiday but it didn't
really matter to me, I was dumped at Uncle Fred's for another four or five
weeks. My father had business in the States which would take a month and
had taken my mother and that's the only perks his firm let him have. I
wanted to stay at home and look after myself but the parents soon vetoed
that. I didn't mind Freddy but he just ignored me most of the time, I
wouldn't have minded if he'd have tried it on even, he was much younger
than my dad... and a damn sight better looking I might add. Another thought
drifted through my mind, I wondered what it would be like to have sex with
him, I'm sure he'd be willing if I promised complete secrecy. I'd have to
do that if I was to get anywhere as he was scared shitless of my mum and
dad.

Anyway, it was the crack of dawn and I was out of bed now so I decided to
visit the loo and maybe have a shower, Loren was out for the count and I
didn't want to waken him just yet, I'd be tempted into sex and that would
be so bad... not. I had a good clearout and a nice shower and returned to
bed, this time I kept the bathrobe on as it cocooned me from the soggy
bedding and I hugged Loren and pretty much drifted into a sort of limbo in
spite of being wide awake.

'Tea, boys,' I was awoken for the second time by Jo and he was fully
dressed and bearing a tray with mugs, sugar and whatnot. We struggled up
and he looked curiously at the bathrobe as he handed the mugs to myself and
a totally bewildered Loren.

'Cheers, Jo,' Loren took his mug and glanced at me playing cool. He took a
double take when he saw I was wearing a towelled gown. 'Where'd that come
from?'

'The bathroom, brainiac,' I grinned and then thought about it. 'I was a bit
sweaty after a shower,' I finished a bit lamely.'

'Yeah, I can smell it,' Jo laughed causing both myself and Loren to do
mutual blushes.

'I'm going down to have breakfast with Fred as he wants to introduce me to
a teenager who may be interesting in modelling. I'll drive back up with him
around midday.'

Midday. I'd forgotten, I was returning to Fred's. The week was going to be
a bit of a bummer without the boys, I wondered if I could get a sleepover
fixed or get Loren to come down for a night with me but then again we could
do a bit of scheming once Jo was out of the way.

'Right, I'm off,' Jo stood and smiled down at us. 'You can sort out a
breakfast, Loren.'

'Could I come up in the week, I've got my bike down at Freddy's?' I asked a
little over eagerly I suppose.

'For a sleepover,' Loren added.

'Depends what Fred has to say,' Jo grinned. 'I haven't got any problems and
I'm sure the boys can entertain you.'

'Yeah, no probs,' Loren mumbled still trying to get his head together.

'Florian's probably a bit lonely,' Jo stood up by the side of the
bed. 'You've got another five hours and my bed is dryer and smells a bit
better than this one.'

'Right,' Loren looked at me and smiled.

'And sling this lot in the washing machine,' Jo spoke over his shoulder as
he left us to it. Minutes later we heard the front door slam and we were on
our own.

'I wonder if Florian's awake,' Loren gave me a quick kiss on the nose
nearly spilling my tea.

'Jo may have done him a tea as well,' I ventured.

'Well you may as well go in and hop in with him as this bed's rotten,'
Loren laughed. 'I'll have a quick shower and join you.'

'What on my own,' I heard my voice break. 'He'll probably tell me to bugger
off if I just go and hop into bed with him.'

'Small chance and no chance,' Loren laughed. 'He spent enough time pawing
you yesterday. Just tell him that I'm having a quicky shower and we can
have a threesome.'

'Yeah, alright,' I scoffed. Things couldn't be that easy. I was wrong
again, things were that easy in this crazy house.

'Go on then, shoo, shoo,' Loren smiled.

'I wonder what Jo is going to say to my Uncle Fred,' I wondered. I was a
bit worried as well, Freddy had told me to keep well clear of this lot's
activities but then again he had dumped me up here for the photo session
which had started the whole thing off.

'Jo won't say anything, worstways he might hint that you and I did the
dirty but boys will be boys and as your Uncle is gay he'll appreciate that
at least.'

'Suppose so, as long as he doesn't say too much to my mum and dad.'  I slid
from the bed clutching my bathrobe around me. 'Who dares wins,' I declared
making for the door.

'He likes being shagged,' Loren laughed as I left the room. Why wasn't I
surprised?

I was a bit nervous as I walked into the master bedroom but needed have
concerned myself. Florian was sitting up in the bed staring out of the
window and sipping at a mug. He looked at me and gave a big grin. 'Sit
down, Leo,' he patted the bed alongside him.

'I'm bloody freezing,' I fed him a lead.

'Hop in then,' he flung the bedclothes back. 'Where's our boy, Loren.'

'Having a quick shower and he'll be in.'

'Good,' Florian nearly purred like a cat as I slid into bed still clutching
my mug.

'I'm knackered,' I cuddled upto his warmth.

'Shagged you mean,' he put his hand on my belly and I felt my penis
thickening up. 'Shagged, shagger or both.'

'Both.'

'Wicked, no secrets, I like that.' Florian giggled and turned to face
me. 'You smell nice and soapy...'  He disposed of his mug and ducked his
head under the bedding, I felt his warm lips on my nipple and his hand
alight on my now quite hard cock. 'Yummy, nice one,' I heard from under the
duvet. The next thing was I felt his finger lift my hard cock and his mouth
slip over the end and he tongued and sucked my knob. He was good, I groaned
as his flickering tongue ran around the rim of my glans, over it, a tickle
at the slit and then engulf it as his warm and wet lips began to slide up
and down my hard shaft.

'Ooooh,' I sighed and lay back to enjoy the Sunday morning. Dunno where
Loren was going to fit in but I was perfectly happy laying there for the
morning with Florian's hot litle gob around my meat, it was more or less
the next best thing to boy heaven. The only thing I had to do was to carry
out the little maneuver I'd seen on the film last night, I moved around in
the bed and as Florian sucked me I headed South and eventually grabbed his
jerking cock and took it into my mouth, I'd wondered a bit how hard a
sixty-niner was... it wasn't, it was dead easy and it was wicked. Sucking
and being sucked at the same time, whatta buzz.

'Pretty as a picture.' That was Lorenzo fresh from the shower and standing
with a big goofy grin on his face at the door. 'No room for poor ol'
Loren.'

'Dunno about that,' Florian slowly wanked my slippery noodle for a moment
and then with a flurry reversed our positions so that he was on the top and
I was laying flat on the bed. I hadn't a clue what was going on but I just
went with it. He ducked his head again and he was back to sucking, I held
his smooth legs and returned the suck as his hips moved above my head.

'Gotcha,' Loren must have got an idea or even a signal that I hadn't as I
felt his weight on the bed and saw his knees inside Florian's. A bit of a
giggle and a grunt and I could see Lorenzo's fresh erection slide straight
into Florian and he started to fuck Florian as Florian fucked downwards
into my mouth. I just carried on sucking and prodding upwards into
Florian's eager maw. The boy was sucking, getting sucked and getting fucked
at the same time. That was another target for my shopping list.

I could feel my cock hot and my balls tight but couldn't really concentrate
on cuming, too much was happening. Florian's sweet meat was slipping in and
out of my mouth and I could hear the slap of Loren's belly against
Florian's bottom as he rumped his little mate doggy style. Florian was the
first to cum which was hardly surprising. He gave a strangled groan around
my cock and I felt his slippery squirts slide straight down my throat
bringing on a fit of coughing and spluttering. I grabbed his noodle and
drained it dry squeezing out the final trickle as he fell onto his side
still connected to me by his mouth on my meat and with Loren still
furiously shagging.

I grabbed his head and face fucked him severely until I felt my own cum
rush up my shaft and splatter into the back of his mouth. He grinned around
my squirting penis and sucked like a kid with a lolly... and Loren shagged
on. It finished up with the pair of them back into the doggy pose and Loren
finally gasping and groaning as he offloaded his seed up and into Florian's
sweet little bottom.

'Fuckin' hell,' Loren slipped free from Florian leaving a smear of his
spunk over Flore's flawless bum and fell onto his back puffing and panting
like an old man, I wasn't much better myself and as Florian crept between
us we looked at the ceiling and just laughed. Wasn't sex grand.

'I suppose I'd better have a shower now,' Florian finally slid from the
bed.

'I'll sort out a bit of breakfast,' Loren sat on the edge of the bed, he
looked wrecked.

'Whatcha want me to do?'

'You can strip down the studio bed just in case Jo wants to do anything
with Anthony this evening,' Loren suggested. 'We'd better get some windows
open and get some fresh air in the place as well.'

'Good thinking, Batman,' Florian said as he left the room. 'Smells like a
brothel in here.'

'As if he knows,' Loren grinned.

When we were all sorted we had breakfast. Loren's idea of cooking was
boiled eggs and toast by the truckload, not the most exciting of meals but
after half a loaf the belly's full and things all look a bit better.

'You wanna come down in the week?' I looked at them both. 'My Uncle Fred's
out of the place most of the time.'

'Yeah, why not,' Florian looked at Loren. 'If this weather keeps up Jo'll
be sick of the sight of us.'

'Anthony will be here,' Loren looked doubtful.

'Fetch him down as well,' I told him. 'I'm getting desperate for company
and I'm fed up with cycling around on my own. I don't know anyone down
there and I'm sick of sitting in watching the tele.'

'OK,' Loren decided. 'Leave your phone number and we'll fix something up.'

'Great.'

That was it really, we went into cleanup mode and by the time Jo and Uncle
Fred arrived we were perched like the local choir, all squeaky clean and
sweety sweet. Yeah, right.

'So, how did the sleepover go?' Freddy asked as he escorted me down to his
car.

'Great.'

'That guy... that kid I should say wasn't really interested in the
modelling, he just wanted a quick score or thirty, as soon as we mentioned
work he sort of lost interest.'

'Any good?'

'About seventeen and quite sweet but that's water under the bridge now.'

'I enjoyed myself,' I informed him. 'They all treated me very well as an
outsider, an outsider to their little club that is.'

'Good. Did Jo do your modelling pictures for you?'

'Yeah, I've got them in the bag. He did a few more as well, sorta oily
ones.'

'Oily ones,' Fred laughed. 'I bloody well warned him not to take advantage
of you.'

'No, it was OK, I volunteered... anyway, I had briefs on.'

'You going to let me have a peep?' He grinned at me as he held the
passenger door open.

'No probs,' I smiled back. It would be interesting to see his reaction. The
others in the flat thought they were hot, I thought they were brilliant,
talk about a sexpot. 'I don''t mind you seeing them but you have to stash
them for me, I don't want mum and dad seeing them.'

'OK, Leo my man, you have a deal,' he laughed and got into the car. I
looked up at Jo's flat just in time to see that maniac Loren waving like a
loon and blowing kisses. God I did love that boy but time marches on and
Uncle Frederick was on next my target list, he didn't know it yet but he
was. I know he was into the older teenage types but I think my oily
pictures might do the trick. He had to fancy me. Jeez, I even fancied me.

I suppose I should say a bit about my Uncle Fred. He was my dad's younger
brother and quite a bit younger, the runt of the family as he described
himself. He was twenty two and had a reasonable job and he was gay, my
parents knew this and they didn't seem too concerned. Let's face it, he
didn't look gay, no swishing and all that crap and he was discreet. His
saving grace as far as they were concerned was that he liked the older
teenagers more than boys but he got on well with me. The one thing they
didn't know that the 'gay gene' must be in the family because I fancied him
something rotten, always had done but no matter what not so subtle moves I
made he always ignored me. I was his little nephew and that was it.

I knew perfectly well that he'd dumped me up at Jo's not only to get some
pictures done but to get me out of the way whilst he entertained one of his
regular boyfriends, he hadn't made any secret of it and I didn't mind. If
I'd have had those pictures done professionally they would have cost me
dosh, with Jo they were freebies. I still don't know if the Loren bit was a
setup or not but it happened and that's all that matters. We both had fun
so no regrets there. All I had to do was to fix the return visit with
Florian and Lorenzo for later in the week. My evil little mind was pretty
certain Fred wouldn't object too much. I had a bargaining counter and I was
sitting on it, it was maybe a little sore after Loren's jack rabbit act but
looking for bigger things in a manner of speaking.

You know Jo does porn? Well, he does boys as well as grown ups.' I looked
out of the window.

'So I suspected when I saw those two boys, I was pretty sure anyway
although he's never really admitted it,' Freddy replied. 'I warned him not
to involve you.'

'He didn't, I saw some pictures on his computer though.'

'Well, you keep quiet about them,' Fred glanced at me. 'He was bloody
careless letting you see them.'

'Loren showed me, Loren and Florian.'

'Jeez, it get's worse. They're the two kids?'

'Yeah.'

'Who did you finish up sharing with by the way?' Fred parked up right
outside his flat which was in the arse end of Wimbledon as he called it. I
liked it, it was above a Paki stores which was handy and it was nice and
big.

'I slept with Loren, the older of the two.'

'Seemed a nice enough kid,' Fred spoke casually but I bet his mind was
going around like clockwork.

'He is, very nice,' I really put some meaning into my reply.

We got settled in his front room above the shop and he put the fire on
whilst I made the tea and eventually we sat on the sofa with our mugs and
chilled.

'Well?' He finally said.

'Well, what?' Little Miss Innocent or what?

'The pictures,' he prompted me.

'Oh, I forgot all about them.'

'Liar, liar, pants on fire,' he mocked me as I dragged my holdall around
and dug out the folder Jo had given me. I passed over the ten by eights one
by one. Jo hadn't got enough paper to do glossies but the matts were good
enough.

'Whooo, nice,' Fred whistled as he studied the ones with me in my red
trunks. 'Jeeeezus,' he'd come across the ones I'd done after the shower,
the beaded water on the skin and the clinging trunks. 'These are hot.'

'Hot?' I acted a bit thick. 'I like 'em.'

'So do I,' Fred glanced at me. 'You little heartbreaker, these are
downright sexy even to your laid back Uncle Fred.'

'Cheers, Uncle Fred,' I laughed. 'I like these... Loren reckons these are
brill.'

'Does Loren?' He grinned and accepted the next batch. 'Oh, my Gawd.' He
stared at the ones of me in the white skimpies all oiled up and then at the
one where Loren had poked my half hard up towards the waistband. 'These are
absolutely magnificent.'

'Loren likes them,' I said feeling a bit like a parrot.

'Loren this, Loren that,' he grinned at me and reaching out squeezed my
knee a very unusual move for him, he normally avoided touching me like the
plague. 'Loren the new mate is he?'

'Yeah,' I looked him in the eye and tried to look coy. 'We're great mates
which brings me to...'  I hesitated playing him like a fish on a hook.

'Go on,' he returned his gaze to the pictures slowly viewing one at a time.

'I wondered if Loren and Flore and maybe Loren's bigger brother, Anthony
can come down on Thursday evening and stop overnight, there's an big
England friendly on the box around half seven, I just saw it in the your
paper.'

'Three or four in a bed,' he laughed. 'Is Jo OK with this?'

'I just said I'd ask you and let them know tomorrow.'

'Can't see any great hassle, how old is this Loren's big bro then?' He said
to my great relief. '

'Fifteen plus or minus, I think.'

'Just right,' he grinned. 'What's the others?' He nodded to another half a
dozen photos which I'd put in a seperate and smaller envelope.

'Oh, they're private ones of Loren.' The master plan surged ahead. This was
shit or bust time.

'Can I look?'

'Dunno if Loren would be too happy, he told me not to show anyone.'

'You shouldn't have dumped them right in front of me then, should you,' he
grinned. 'Come on let's have a peep at your tasty little mate.'

'They're nudes,' I bleated acting my little heart out.

'Come on,' he grinned. 'I'm Uncle Freddy, your gay uncle, you're not going
to shock me.'

'Oh alright,' I picked them up and passed them over. Now this was the
crunchtime of my masterplan, there was one nice nude in there and it wasn't
my pal Loren... guess who.

'He's a good looking kid, I can see why you like him,' Fred croaked as he
studied Loren laying on the bed with his rampant four inches jutting up
onto his belly, I just gazed at the fire pretending embarassment. Silence.

'They were private,' I whispered.

'Rightly so,' his voice was low as well. 'Treasure them and I'll confiscate
this one,' he slipped out the one he was supposed to 'find' by
accident. 'My young twelve year old nephew naked and hard as a chocolate
frog.'

'Shit,' I pretended to looked shocked.

'Careless, young Leo,' Fred turned and looked at me with a grin. 'Careless
or contrived?'

'Dunno what you mean.'

'Of course not,' Fred grinned at me. 'You know that I go for the late teen
types?' He stretched his legs out and stared at the fire the pictures
sliding off his lap apart from the one of me which he held between finger
and thumb.

'Yeah,' I croaked.

'I could change the habits of a lifetime with boys like you lot,' he
reached down and picked up one of Loren and compared the one of myself
against it. 'Two little angels, Damn sexy little angels at that.'

'Yeah?'

'Yeah,' he looked at me and slid his arm across the back of the sofa. Quite
naturally and with no fuss at all I just slipped into his embrace as I
moved in. As he hugged me closer I snuggled in. I think I'd cracked it,
Uncle Fred finally wanted me. 'There is a small charge for entertaining
your pals.'

'Really?' I grinned up at him and covered his hand with mine, that was his
hand that was gently squeezing my knee by the way.

'Keep me company tonight,' he whispered and dropping his head just a little
nuzzled at the side of my neck.

'Yeah,' I pressed in against him and made one of the boldest moves of my
young life. I let my hand drift across and lay it in his groin gently
feeling the outline of what seemed to be a massive hardon inside his
trousers.

'Good boy,' he turned my head with his hand and his lips were on
mine. Mission accomplished in one hour flat. Not a bad hour's work if I say
so myself. Loren would be proud of me, it was his master plan after all.

He pulled all the stops out for the evening meal, unlike Jo who lived on
takeaways Freddy liked to cook,better still he knew how to present a
meal. I thoroughly enjoyed it and now I knew that we were to finally break
the taboo and have sex I felt a lot better. Let's face it I'd been there a
week, had another four or more weeks to go and I was getting bored out of
my skull. If sleeping or having sex with him was how I was going to get the
boys down on a sleepover so be it, I'd always liked Freddy a bit more than
a nephew should like an uncle so where was the harm. I might even get to
meet some of his 'pretty boys he called guests' one of these fine days. The
virginity had gone and I had a taste for it... easy as that.

'Jo was saying that he's collecting a kid called Anthony this afternoon, I
think you mentioned him, he thinks he's a fifteen year old...'

'Yeah, that's the one who's Loren's older brother.'

'Is he coming down for this football fest?'

'Dunno, I suppose so,' I looked at him. 'Evil thoughts.'

'I'll get a report from Jo first,' he laughed. 'But with our bedroom
arangements it might be better if this Anthony sleeps in with you and Loren
and his mate pile in with me... if they don't mind that is.'

'I shouldn't think so, they're both keen to widen their horizons or so they
say.'

'One way of putting it and of course, it would give you brand new fifteen
year old to play with.'

'Sounds good,' I giggled. Sod Thursday I was keen to get on with tonight's
little adventure, I glanced at the clock, it wasn't late but I could make
with the occasional yawn and show willing. I think I said that I'd had a
hankering after Freddy for a while and tonight was the night. Of course,
the added bit of spice was that it was a bit naughty doing it with family
not that the prospect seem to worry him too much.

'Well, it's getting on,' he finally declared noticing me yawn for the
umpteenth time.

'Yeah,' I agreed. 'I'd better have a shower.'

'I'll come and wash your back,' he offered and this was a first.

'Great,' I grinned and made for the bathroom. It had began. Dunno who had
seduced who but the end game was the same. Uncle Freddy and I were about to
mate in a manner of speaking.

I got into the shower and began to soap up. I did wonder why he seemed so
interested in Anthony and then I realised, he did prefer the older boys and
probably I was a one off, a twelve year old was just a bit of a change for
him. So be it, at least I'd have a night with Loren and his big brother and
Freddy would have another twelve year old, then again, anything could
happen by Thursday... it should be a good night and that's all that
mattered.

'Hi there,' the door slid open and in he came. I pressed myself against the
tiles and stared at him as the water splashed onto his head and ran down
his broad shoulders. He was gorgeous and I sprung an immediate stiffy. 'I
forgot to tell you...' he murmured and took me into his arms. I just
snuggled in against his wet and slippery body and let his fat hardon slip
up between our bellies. I was a bit nervous, I hadn't realised he was so
big but never mind, do or die and I had a good chance of pegging out with
that big sausage up inside the fanny.

'Forgot to tell me what?'

'Jo's taking his boys down to Lewes on Friday evening for ten days and he
asked me if you wanted to go... he's got the use of a house with a pool and
two teeny caretakers believe it or not.'

'What did you say?' I asked excitedly. I knew he had the call, my parents
had put me in his charge, he was the man.

'I said that I thought you'd be delighted,' he grinned and soaped my
back. 'You need to confirm it though.'

'Thanks, Freddy,' I returned the soaping allowing my hands to run up and
down his back lingering maybe a bit to long on his firm buttocks. 'Wicked.'

'Great,' he grinned. 'I get my home back for ten days.'

'You'll miss me,' I laughed and dropped to my knees under the running
water. Time to show what I'd learn from Floren.

It was big and it was hard, not biggy big but a good six inches of stiff
meat and I took it like a good little boy. I think everyone had their
little agendas or plots, Jo, Florian and Loren all paddling their own
canoes. Well, I had my plan and it was simple. Look after Freddy and I was
in clover, as long as he kept quite about what we did in private and I was
sure that he would, I could virtually do what I liked. Get him hooked on my
body, give him a good time in spades and I was off and running. I probably
had much more time to spend at his place, with my dad's job taking him out
of the country, he was family and my parents liked him as a 'responsible
minder'. All I had to do was to keep him happy, all he had to do was to
take what I had to offer.

'Jeez, you're good,' he sighed and slowly moved to and fro as I sucked on
his big cock. I took it right in as far as I could and grasped his muscular
bum. I expect his rent boys or his little mates as he called them probably
fucked him but I wasn't interested in that, I wanted him to do me and like
it and then he could come back for more. This was slutting big time, if I
wanted to fuck I had Loren, Florian and... well, the list was endless if I
could get in on the photography racket. A whole new world opening up and
Freddy was the key.

I slid up his body and nuzzled at his wet neck and he ducked his head to
kiss... of course he did.

'I am gona take you to bed and fuck you so hard,' he growled.

'Please,' I simpered like a little tart. I was a bit scared but the master
plan was in motion. 'I'd like that,' I tried not to overdo it as I held his
straining cock and slowly massaged it. I was a little scared but I wanted
it all the same. Fucked by Uncle Freddy, wow!

'You don't have to pay me off just so your friends can stay,' he spoke as
we towelled off seperately.

'I want to,' I spoke quite truthfully. 'I want to do it with you Freddy, I
have done for a long time.'

'Who am I to say no,' he grinned and pulled my damp body onto his. 'You
just played about with the kids, not Jo?' He looked at me keenly.

'Just Florian and Loren.'

'Good, I'd hate to think Jo got in there first,' he gave my bum a casual
slap.

'Ouch... you bastard.'

'Language, language. You can try for Jo when you're on you ten day break,'
he grinned and grabbed me again and his voice dropped. 'Bedtime, lover
boy.'

We went to bed together, I slid in under the covers and he disappeared into
the lounge which I thought was a bummer but he returned immediately after
with two small glasses presenting me with one.

'What's that?'

'A grown up drink for a grown up boy,' he smiled. 'A nice whiskey and some
lemonade to weaken it, drink it slowly,' he handed the glass over and I sat
upright in the bed and tasted it. It was strong and made my eyes water but
certainly gave you a glow right down to the belly. I coughed a bit but then
relaxed as I felt him draw the bedding down and exposed my middle bit. My
dicky was semi hard and he gave it a quick kiss before shedding his
bathrobe and standing naked by the side of the bed. He was nice, his well
formed body, his washboard belly and his six inches of manmeat jutting
proudly with it's foreskin totally retracted and his swollen glans bulging
and shining with what must have been precum. 'Drink...' He got on the bed
and crouched over me, his head dropped and I felt his warm mouth envelope
my scrotum and one hand on my stiffening cock. 'Nice one,' he whisped and
slowly moved his hand. I sipped my fiery drink and looked at my burgeoning
stiffness in his hand. A glance up my belly, a smile and his head dropped.

I stuck the glass on the bedside and slipped down the bed feeling his hands
slip under me and clasp my buns, his head started to move up and down as I
got harder and harder. I just slowly fucked upwards onto his mouth as he
gobbled away.

However, he was on the move, I allowed him to lift one leg and half turn me
and he was sucking and slavering at my tight ballbag, another half roll and
I felt his hot breath on my ring as he flathanded my cheeks and then the
feel of his flickering tongue at my pucker. Jeez, this was really over the
top. I spread my legs and shoved my arse up, I was going to take him and
the happening wasn't too far away. I wriggled and pushed up as his slippery
tongue washed and probed at my ring. I swore he got inside but I'll never
know because I went into shock as I felt one of his fingers burrow deep
inside me and start to press and stroke the button that Loren had told me
about.

'Yeah. Go on, go on,' I was speaking without knowing what I was saying, I
just wanted him inside me, I wanted Uncle Freddy's babies like
yesterday. Then on Thursday I wanted Loren and his brother although I
hadn't even met him, then I wanted Florian and then I wanted Jo... full
house. I wasn't even thinking gay, bent or queer, I just know I liked sex
and I think I preferred someone doing me than me having to work for it. If
they fuck you they have to love you...  don't they?

I felt his fingers slide out of me and then the feel of something big and
slippery and I didn't need to work that one out. One push and I felt pain
as my ring stretched and held him. Another push and more pain, this time I
felt tears spring to my eyes and I groaned and clutched the pillow. One
more push and I felt his big cock slide inside me for an inch or so and
then some relief as he began to move ever so slowly to and fro. The hardest
bit was done, his fat glans was inside me and now he was fucking his thick
shaft deeper and deeper and I was opening up accommodating his stiff
manhood as it gradually seemed to fill my body.

'Alright,' I heard him whisper but I didn't reply I just pushed back, he
got the message as I heard him chuckle and pull me onto his thrusts. He was
moving faster now and I could feel his pubic bush up against my leg, a
quick final movement and I was on my belly and he was between my
legs. Forcing them apart he slid a pillow under my middle and pushed
down. I didn't know how long his dick really was but I felt it pinned me to
the bed, his crisp hairy lower belly pressed on my cheeks and he started to
go.

Gawd, he fucked me and fucked me hard. He was slamming into me with sweaty
thwacks and he even pulled himself clear twice and then just speared in
again, I yelped and moaned but he kept going and the final thrust nearly
collapsed the bed. I felt his strong body press me down and his slippery
spike seemed to swell and then throb.

'Aaaaaah,' I wailed and clamped my bottom hard on him as I felt his hot
spurts and jets splatter deep in my belly. God, he did a good cum, I could
feel it fluid and sliipery in my gut as he slowly moved in the mess and
then slid his dripping cock clear, I even felt drops and smears of his
spunk on my now violated bottom as he finished with me.

'Did you cum,' he finally asked as I rolled into his warm and sweat sheened
embrace.

'No... no matter,' I snuggled in savouring the funk and stink of stale cum.

'Yes, matter,' his teeth flashed and he lay me on my back. His busy tongue
was back at work and after cleaning my precum or my dribbles he took my
jerking spike deep in his throat and sucked and toyed with my sore cock
until it squirted and spurted. He was happy with that, he drank it all and
then moved up my body to exchange spunky kisses. I felt the slime as he
slid gobbets of my own cum into my mouth and I swallowed the muck. He
really was a dirty man but he was good sex.

We settled down for sleep and the next thing I knew I was awake with a sore
and flooded bum and he was in the kitchen. Glancing at the clock I saw that
it was around six and he left at seven, presumably he was making tea or
getting ready for work.

Wrong again or partly. He came in with two mugs of tea but he wasn't ready
for work, he was naked and he was hard again, his erection lead the way
like a battering ram.

'I gotta go to the toilet,' I more or less fell from the bed. If he was in
the mood I wanted to get rid of something first. Jeez, that was the
abortion of my young life but after a rather careful wash me and my
tenderised sphincter were back in the bedroom.

'You alright?' He grinned at me as I slid into the sweaty and sperm stained
bed.

'Might have a lie in this morning,' I wriggled in the bed.

'Thought you might have a wander about and maybe go up your mates for some
more of the same,' he laughed softly. 'Maybe go down the Arcade for a bit
of schooly on holiday.'

'Arcade. What Arcade?'

'Half way up the main drag by the Woolworths... full of stray kids this
time of year with the school holidays on.'

'You pick up there?' I felt confident in asking because I knew he took boys
home and we had shared an experience after all. He was right as well, I had
got a taste for it and whereas he probably wouldn't mind me taking a kid
home he wouldn't like me slutting with a man or even a near man.

'I have done,' he passed me my tea. 'A bit young for me though.'

'You can't just wave a tenner and ask them if they wanna fuck,' I
laughed. 'What's the big secret?'

'Watch and observe,' he slipped into the bed and grasped me as I rested my
mug, I could feel his hardness against my leg. I needed the information or
the hints before he went for seconds which was a dot on the cards as Loren
would say, even I could suss out a randy uncle. 'Watch and observe, once
you've made your choice just join them at the machine and chat. Let them
know you have money and you're bored with time on your hands, yaddah,
yaddah. Just make it up as you go along. If they're on the game they'll
chat back, if not they'll tell you to fuck off.'

'Sounds easy.' Well it did but I'm not a great chatter upper, I might have
a go later on, I'd see how I felt.

'Not as easy as having a sweet and pretty randy nephew in the bed,' he
smiled at me.

'Sweet, randy and ready nephew,' I grinned at him and rolled onto my back
as he rolled ontop. I knew the way I wanted it this time and I raised my
knees to my chest. I wanted a full frontal, I wanted to watch his face when
he squirted and I wanted to have a good wank at the same time. Seemed
pretty straightforward to me. A nice butch little schooly would be nice for
the afternoon but that was for later, let's get Uncle Freddy to work first.

He tried to get me to go onto my belly but I was having none of it. I
looked at him and shook my head in a negative. Raising my knees to my chest
again I exposed my all. It might have looked a bit bashed and battered
after Loren pigging out and his own rather vigorous assault of the previous
evening but I wanted to do it from the front. He knelt upright and looked
down at me as I lay there with my not quite hard penis sticking up on my
belly.

'Pretty as a picture,' he smiled and his head dropped, his lips met mine
and I felt his glans nudge up against me, I was getting used to this
now. As he took me without any lube other than his own I gasped and then
sighed with pleasure as I felt his fat cock within me and starting to move.

'Yeah, yeah,' I grunted and held his hips as they moved to and fro. This
time he was pacing himself and it was nicer, he was moving slower and
moving more of if you know what I mean. He was slipping it right out to the
glans and then sliding it right back into the root, this was a proper fuck
big time. After the initial kiss he didn't touch me, we were connected only
by his slippery erection sliding in and out of my well used pucker and my
hands grasping his moving hips. His hand were either side of me and he was
doing virtual pushups with just a bit of extra pelvic thrust when he
bottomed out (love that phrase). Of course it was also a good position for
when you want to speed up which, of course, he did. In the end his hips
were moving up and down and his thick cock was just gliding effortlessly in
and out of my well used boy pussy with that final wett slap at the end of
each cycle. In and out, in and out, I think I was babbling and even
dribbling at the end of it all, so much pleasure, so much delight in the
rather mundane and some would say disgusting act of being fucked by your
own uncle. Sod the planet, we were in private, he was a consenting adult
and I was just consenting... no problemo as young Eddy Furlong would
say... I wonder if Arnie ever topped him by the way but no matter Uncle
Freddy was beginning to show signs of popping.

'Aaaaa, Leo.' He sighed and his lips came down in a bruising kiss and then
I felt his big cock jerk and then familiar liquidity as he climaxed his
thick mature cum deep in my gut, it was all over. He gently subsided on me
and played belly to belly with my own now stiff noodle until I begged him
to stop.

We lay and cuddled for a bit but I knew it couldn't last and finally he
slipped off to the bathroom, he had to work and I had a day to play with. I
think I dozed off in his wrecked bed and the last I heard of him was when
he came in and actually kissed me goodbye, now that was yet another
definite first.

In the end I managed to totter from my bed around ten o'clock, peering from
the window I could see that it was drizzling again so that was any cycling
around put on hold. It looked like after sorting Freddy's bed out and
slinging it all in the machine as requested I might have to wander down the
Arcade he had mentioned. It would probably be heaving in view of the
weather, once you couldn't use the local park there wasn't much else to do
locally. I suppose I could have made my weary way up the hill to see Loren
and Florian but I didn't know what their work schedule was like and I
didn't want to start treading on toes. I had got and invitation for a ten
day away with the gang and I most certainly didn't want to upset the
applecart regarding that one. If Jo was after payment in kind then I'd have
to squeeze it in (pun there) but he was welcome, another notch on the old
pistol grip.

I did the bed, did myself a couple of nice and greasy fried eggs for
breakfast and sorted out a tenner. I had a fair amount of money especially
with the score that I'd got from Jo but in Arcades it doesn't do to stand
out as too rich especially when you're a pretty lightweight twelve year
old. I may be a kid but I'm not a dumbo. I thought that I was really
sticking my neck with this venture and I intended to be ultra cautious. It
was my first attempt at trying to capture a bit of stray meat and I didn't
want to get the wrong side of someone then get beat up and get robbed.

By the time I'd thought it through I was a bag of nerves and nearly didn't
go out at all. I set my sights a lot lower, I would just go down there and
have a look around, sod the surfing or cruising or whatever they called
it. I'd just go and play the machines and see if anyone spoke to me.

When I got there around the midday mark after all the prevarication (now
there's a word) I was surprised to see it pretty well empty, a sprinkling
of young adults and a similar sprinkling of school kids, needless to say I
kept out of the way of the young men who looked a right load of layabouts
and probably were. A couple of the schoolies were quite nice and a fair
range of ages, the youngest was probably no more than eleven with a couple
as old as fifteen or sixteen I guess. I did a slow circuit watching the
younger ones play and then taking a peep over the older one's shoulders. No
one greeted me but then again no one told me to sod off either so I was a
bit like the Invisible Man on a bad hair day. I suppose they all knew each
other and being a stranger I stuck out like a sore thumb.

I got some change from the kiosk and played around on a wargame thing,
shooting tanks and whatnot, a real waste of dosh. Looking out I could see
that the rain was coming down heavier and even passing pedestrians were
sheltering in the entrance to dodge the downpour.

'Fuckin' weather.' A dark kid looked over my shoulder. 'Crap game this,' he
went on. 'You should try the Mechanised Infantry one, it's a bit more
complicated but you get better value for money.'

'Where's that then?' I had to be polite he was the only one to have spoken
to me... and he looked quite nice. He looked to be Loren's age, late
twelve, early thirteen, I dunno, I'm no good with ages.

'Here you are, this one here,' he slapped a rather futuristic machine in
the corner. 'Good value.'

'Yeah?' I laughed. I wondered if he had shares in the damn thing but I took
the command seat all the same.

'Ain't seen you around here before, live local?'

'No, I'm up here staying with my Uncle for the holidays my parents are out
of the country.'

'Lucky them,' the strange boy sniffed. 'I wouldn't wish this weather on my
worst enemy and school holidays as well.'

'Sod's Law.'

'Yeah, gotcha,' he laughed. 'Sod's Law. I like that.'

'Shit.' I'd been so busy chatting that I'd completely fluffed the first
game.

'I'll show you,' he nudged me out of the seat which suited me fine it gave
me the chance to study him a bit better. He pulled a handful of metal from
his pocket so he wasn't broke and he fed the machine. 'Watch this.' Well, I
didn't. I watched him. I couldn't suss out what he was, he could be an
Anglo-Paki, he could just be a dark skinned Anglo but he was much darker
than normal. You know, no thick lips, squashed nose and crinkly hair, he
looked Caucasian enough it was just that he was so dark.

'Crash, bang, wallop,' he grinned as he went up a level. Yeah, he was quite
good looking as well.

'What's your name?' He asked suddenly.

'Leo.'

'Hi Leo the Lion, I'm Alex,' he gave me a big grin flashing his teeth. The
'quite' good looking went upto 'very' good looking when he smiled. I was
smitten and sex was back on the agenda, small chance and no chance here I
thought.

'So where you staying with Uncle, Leo?' I didn't know if he was interested
or just making conversation.

'Frobisher Road.'

'Really,' he cackled. 'My dad's got a shop down there.'

'Has he?' I thought about it, as far as I knew there was only the Paki
place Freddy lived above and an electrical shop down a little.

'Shit... your turn,' he slipped out of the seat and looked at me.

'Cheers, Alex,' I used his name for the first time and I liked it.

'You're welcome, Leo,' he gave me another teeth flashing grin. 'I'm the
local ethnic minority. Wimbledon's only allowed one and a half Pakis, my
dad's the one and I'm the half,' he laughed like a drain at his own
humour. 'Sad innit?' Jeez, I was falling in love. Three minutes flat not
bad even for me.

'I'm not racist,' I spoke realising a moment later what a condescending
gaffe and pratish thing I'd come out with.

'Oh, Pakis are alright as long as you don't give them vote,' he gave me a
look, a funny look. I felt my last remark might have upset him, idiot that
I am. 'Mind you my family are C of S so we're pretty well civilised.

'Church of Scotland?' Now there was a weird one.

'Church of Sri Lanka mon,' he laughed and gave me a playful push. 'Honky
boy,' he did a passable imitation of a Jamaican.

He was fun, I was liking him more and more but no way in a thousand years
was I going to get this one into bed, mind you, he was a laugh and at least
he was someone to chat to, someone to be with or someone to hang with as
the Yanks say.

I had another go at the game and made a right pig's ear of it. 'I'd better
sit on your lap.' I glanced at him. I thought that was a bit bold of me but
faint heart never caught fair maiden even if that fair maiden was a half
cast school boy.

'You don't want to.' He gave a dirty snigger which gave me food for
thought. At least he wasn't a complete dummy.

This time he hovered over me as I sat, he was real close and I could feel
his warm breath on my cheek as he grabbed my hand and virtually played the
game through my hands. I supposed I was biased, I was expecting him to reek
of curry or something but he just smelt like a kid, damp clothing and
sweets. I wonder what he tasted like. With his proximity and touch I felt
my noodle begin to stir. Shit, what a time to get a bloody stiffy. I was
mortified and furiously wiriggled in the seat willing it to soften.

'You alright,' he flashed his brilliant smile at me extra close range, I
noticed that his brown skin was smooth and I nearly commited suicide on the
spot, I nearly kissed him.

'Yeah,' I grunted. 'This game's giving me a headache.'

'Aaah, poor baby,' he grinned. Jeez, everything was a joke to this
kid. 'Wanna step out the back and get a breath of air?'

'Yeah, I don't mind.' I played out the game and got the usual dismal result
and then we walked to the rear of the Arcade where a couple of fire doors
were open sheltering a couple of kids.

'Whatcha doing this afternoon?' He asked as we propped the wall up as boys
do.

'Might watch that thing on the box, there's a full length Dr Who on this
afternoon.'

'Ah yeah,' he replied straight faced. 'Dr Whom and the Gay
Daleks... Exterminate, ducky... Exterminate, ducky,' He wobbled like a
demented Dalek and hooted with laughter. The two boys standing there
grinned at his performance, they must have know him and must have known he
was barking mad. I was beginning to have doubts myself but I had to
laugh. His good humour rubbed off on you.

'Come in and watch it if you like,' I suggested nervously. 'If you live in
the same road.'

'Yeah, I don't mind, Leo.' He looked at me and smiled. 'Holiday afternoons
get a bit boring when you're on your own.'

'True.' I tried to control my elation, I don't know who'd chatted who up or
even if any chatting up had occured but I was taking a boy home. At least
that was a start. So much for Freddy and his waving five pound notes
around. Mind you I might have to use that ploy a little later on in the
day.

'Wanna go now,' he seemed pretty eager. 'The rain's eased off.'

'Yeah, let's go.'

The brisk walk turned into a gallop halfway home as the rain that has eased
started to bucket down again. At the door I fumbled and dropped the keys
which made us even wetter. The one thing I did notice was that he waved
through the shop window so he must have spotted a mate or maybe someone he
knew.

Once in the flat and in the front room things became much cleared.

'Haven't been up here for a while,' he looked around. 'Mr Dawson's done it
up well.'

'You know Freddy?' I looked at him in surprise. Just my luck, I'd swagged
one of Freddy's rent boys although Alex didn't look the type apart from
being way too young for Freddy.

'Is that his name?' Alex grinned. 'Yeah, of course I do. He's one of my
dad's tennants, my dad runs the shop below.'

'Ah,' I must have looked completely mystified.

''We live in the house next door to the shop. We used to live up here but
my mum wanted a bigger place, hence the move. Dad being dad he cleared this
place out and let it... end of story.'

'Oh, I didn't know,' I answered lamely.

'I knew you straight off,' Alex chuckled. 'I've seen you in and out over
the last coupla days.'

'Ah, right,' I was beginning to get it together now, the mystery was why
had he'd pretended not to know me and now he did. Everyone seemed to have
secret agendas, my life was like a bloody spy novel. However, the point was
that the beautiful Alex was going to be my neighbour for the next four
weeks apart from the ten days in Lewes. I felt like I was in one of these
films where a glorious vista expands and anthemic music blats out, the
possibilities were endless. Of course, all this dream works stuff depended
on Alex, if he was a normal and I stress the word normal young man I was
lost.

'Wanna cold drink?' I broke the rather uncomfortable silence that has
arisen.

'Yeah, whatever,' Alex grinned straight back to his happy self. 'Can I take
my trainers off, they're waterlogged.'

'Yeah and ditto.'  I wandered into the kitchen. I wanted Alex, I don't know
why but I just had an overpowering feeling that he was the one. You hear
all this shit about the magic spark, love at first sight and all that
baloney. I just felt a massive urge to sweep Alex up in my arms and carry
him off to the bedroom, the small problem there was that he was slightly
bigger than I was and probably straight as a ruler. I remembered the
softness and warmth of his hands on mine and nearly cried. Whatta tart.

I went back into the lounge with a couple of cans and Alex had made himself
at home, his trainers were off and dumped by the fire as were his short
socks. he was flopped out on the sofa with his bare brown feet pointed
towards the television which he'd already turned on.

'I remember this room,' he looked at me with his beautiful brown eyes. 'We
used to have it half full of stock, I never realised it was so big.'

'How long had Freddy had it, a year or so?'

'About that,' he agreed. 'Dad likes him, he pays a month up front as
regular as clockwork... so dad likes him big time.'

'Aaaah,' I collapsed onto the sofa and handed him his drink. My heart
lurched as his hand touched mine briefly, it was like all the soppy
romances in the world, I could have sworn I felt a tingle of
something. Jesus Christ, I had it so bad and this was after barely over an
hour.

'Film's starting,' he gave my knee a playful slap. One thing I was learning
about Alex, he was a very hands on which suited me just fine.

We watched the film for probably around fifteen minutes and I think both of
us got a little restless, Dr Who is aimed at children or grownup cultist
fans from the old days, not really for your current crop of sophisticated
teenies.

Alex had managed to slip up the sofa and was virtually laying on me, I've
got to say this for the boy, he certainly knew how to make himself at home
and he wasn't lost for cheek either. He was the mosy unlikely Pakistani
that I had ever met. he was loud, he was funny... and he was so bloody
handsome.

'This is so naff,' he finally declared. 'We should do something exciting
like stick our heads in buckets.'

'Have a nap,' I suggested without even thinking. I could have bit my tongue
off a moment later but he didn't seem to notice.

'Not a bad idea,' he looked at me and grinned that fabulous grin of
his. 'What time does your uncle come home from work?'

'About seven on a Monday,' I told him. 'Seven Monday and Tuesday, six the
rest of the week.'

'Handy,' he looked at me again. 'We could have a lie down, it's only just
gone one and it's still raining,' he glanced at the window. He lay down on
the sofa and resting his head on the arm placed his feet on my thigh. He
stared at me and this time he was straight faced, he was challenging me, I
could feel the tension in the air.

'Skinny feet.' I had to say something. I stroked one foot with my hand,
like everything about him it was perfect, I can see now why people get a
foot fetish.'

'Why...' he giggled and wiggled his toes. 'You fancy my feet you footy
pervo, you.'

'Damn right,' I kept the joke going and planted a swift kiss on his big
toe, he remained silent and slid down the sofa a little his heel was in my
lap right on top of my rapidly hardening penis.

'You haven't had your daily,' he smiled at me but this time it was
accompanied by a gentle movement of his foot and his heel rubbing against
my trousers directly on top of my noodle.

'No,' I rasped still stroking his smooth foot.

'If you asked me to go with you for a snooze what would I say...?' He
looked at the ceiling and his foot pushed just a little bit harder.

'Dunno, what would you say?' I just managed to get it out, my voice was
disappearing, I was starved of oxygen.

'Ask me,' his eyes dropped and he looked at me with a half smile on his
pretty face.

'Wanna go to bed, Alex?'

'That was blunt and you took your time,' he laughed and stood up holding
his hand out for me. 'Betcha got my old room,' he was back on form grinning
and jigging around. 'Come on, Leo my Lion King.'

He was right as he went straight to my room. He stood in the doorway and
surveyed it. 'A bit smaller than when I had it, they took a lump off and
added it to the bathroom,' he dragged me in and shut the door with is bare
foot. 'Nice and warm in here,' he looked at me and grinned. 'Bet you would
freak if I took my jumper and shirt off.'

'Why should I do that.' My voice had returned, I felt on firmer ground and
really there was no going back now, we were going to do something
'naughty', exactly how naughty was a mystery for the moment. I tugged my
sweat shirt over my head and with his grin firmly in place he went one up
on me. He tugged his sweat shirt and his t-shirt off at the same time
exposing a beatifully dark bown torso, not big, not butch, he was only a
thirteen year old boy after all but perfectly formed and seeming to gleam
in the grey light filtering through the window.

'You're beautiful,' I blurted out like a prat.

'So are you,' his voice was husky and he moved in and put his hands on my
waist. 'Tell me I'm OK with this, Leo.'

'We're both OK with this, Alex,' I put my hands onto his bare waist and
slowy ran them up under his arms and then onto his back pulling him closer.

'You gotta be so careful with people,' he whispered as he stroked my hair
and made vague pumping motions with his hips.

'Don't have to be careful now,' I backed him onto the bed taking the lead
as his legs buckled and he fell back I went with him my lips glued to his
darkly brown currantlike nipples.

'You dog,' he giggled and held my head as I salivated and sucked on his
hard little nubs at the same time my hand drifted down and I placed it on
his fork feeling the heat and the solid bulk within. 'Yeah, go on,' he
groaned pumping up into my hand.

One quick snap and his waistband was unclipped, a slow and tantalising
unzipping and a white cotten covered bulge peeped from the gap. I dropped
my head and dryly nuzzled at the lump feeling the heat and almost feeling
or tasting the blood and boy juice locked up inside the thing. I had to
have it.

'Drop your drawers, missus,' he giggled.

It was going to be so hard being romantic with this one but I tried.

'Shurrup,' I smiled at him and slid up his smooth mahogany hued chest and
kissed him lightly on his sweet lips. He looked at me with some surprise
and a smile drifted over his features. He held the side of my face in both
hands and drew me down for a longer and sweeter kiss. I felt his slippery
tongue flicker against my lips and opened my mouth to admit him.

'My knickers are getting soggy.'

'Let's get naked.'

'Let's get into bed,' he grinned and breaking away he wriggled around
shedding his jeans, he watched as I discarded my clothing and we both
stared at each other for a moment in our underwear and we were on each
other in a fighting, wrestling duet with one object in mind... mutual
nakedness. We got there in the end, so much kissing, so much stroking and
so much panting and sweet nothings but in the end we lay together on top of
the bed brown and white together difficult for an observer to see where one
stopped and the other started.

I was right, his cock was a beauty, even darker brown than his body it
projected like a spike, hard and yet soft, the loose foreskin like velvet
as I grasped it and ran it to and fro over his cum sheened glans. He did
the same for me seemingly in wonder of my pale shaft as it jerked in his
hand oozing lubricant for what was or wasn't to come. I didn't know how far
he was willing to go, I was just happy laying alongside his warm vibrant
and ever moving body. I knew how far I wanted to go. I wanted his brown
meat inside me and then I wanted to plunder his smooth brown bottom, my
temporary bitch bit was forgotten in the heat of the moment. I wanted him
to whine and beg as I fucked him and I would surely do the same for him. Of
course I would, I was in love with the brown skinned angel.

'Let's get in the bed, it's a bit chilly,' he finally spoke sense and
smiled at me. 'We can play mums and dads.' he giggled. 'Which one do you
want to be?'

'We can take turns,' I returned his smile.

'Doncha just love democracy and the western way, sod the ragheads and their
Sharia Law.' he giggled. He stared at me suddenly serious. 'Marry me and
you'll have to adopt the veil and walk two steps behind with the shopping.'

'Up yours Mowgli.' We both dissolved in gales of laughter and hugged each
other until we came back down. I could feel his slippery end nudging under
my nuts and it seemed only natural to lay on my back and guide him on
top. He slowly moved his hips as his sturdy cock clipped between my legs
and he pecked me on the nose.

'Where were you the other night? I saw you drive away with your uncle and
he came back alone.'

'Nosey, nosey.' I could have bit my tongue again as soon as I'd said it, he
looked really hurt.

'Only asking,' his eyes dropped. 'I've been watching you trying to think of
how to chat to you and today I got lucky.'

'I was overnighting with mates,' I kissed him gently to make up. 'If I'd
have known I'd have given them the elbow and slipped in your bedroom
window.'

'Zorro Leo,' he giggled. He was back on form but I was about to make him
smile even more.

'Do you want me, Alexander the Great?'

'What? As in... ?' He stared wide eyed and his amazing white smile lit up
his face. 'Carnally?' He whispered.

'Like this,' I pushed him up and took my knees upto my chest. 'Face to
face, lover boy.'

'Shite,' he gulped and shuffled upto his knees, his dark brown stiffness
pointing the way, he didn't suggest lube and I didn't bother. I'd had
enough recent use and his was virtually dribbling, this would be an easy
one and one that I would remember. My own skinny brown skinned lover from
Wimbledon. Sounded like one of those daft sixties songs. 'Ready,' he
mumbled into my mouth as he kissed, I could feel his cum coated cock at my
back door.

'Gimme babies.'

'You romantic, you,' he grinned again and then serious faced he slowly
pushed and I felt my pucker open up to admit his hot flesh.

'Aaaaah,' I gasped with pleasure as there was no pain. He just entered me
as if it was the most natural thing in the world, brown and white joined as
one linked by his hot passion now gently moving to and fro, entering,
easing and opening me up for his pleasure and mine I must add. I clung to
his wiry body as he started to move in and out sinking deeper and deeper,
this was totally mutual, he kissed me and I returned the kisses clamping
and easing on his hot tumescence as he gradually and quite gently filled
me. At last we lay together, he on top and me beneath with my legs on his
back, he slowly moved, so slowly that I hardly felt him.

'This is so good,' Leo,' he whispered. All his humour had departed, he was
deadly serious now. 'This is so wicked,' he grinned and pushing up he got
into a crouch and started to fuck slowly at first but harder and faster as
he progressed. I sensed that he held back or tried to, he was enjoying
taking me just as much as I would enjoy him. 'Absolutely brill,' he closed
his eyes and pounded away, he was nearing his climax and I ran my hands
over his sweaty brown buns and he pumped and pumped.

'Yeah, go Alex, go. go.' I mumbled and clung to him for dearlife.'

'Yessssss...' He froze and looked at me eyes open wide and then a grin as I
felt his cock jerk and the now familiar twitches as it pumped and pumped
his love potion deep into my body. 'Fantabulous,' his grin widened and he
moved again and again he squirted and then slowly moved in and out on a
coating of his own cum. 'Cor, that is so slippery,' he bent to kiss
me. 'You gotta do me before I bottle out,' he slid free and lay on his
tummy. 'Come on. hurry up before I lose it.'

I wasn't going to miss this, It could well be his first time and if he'd
plucked up the courage the least I could do is work with him. I got my
knees between his and opened him up kneeling I ran my hardness from the
bottom of his soft crack to the top, he was already perspiring and I was
precuming but all the same I grabbed the lube I had liberated from Freddy's
room. I quickly got some on my fingers and smeared it between his cheeks
and gave his pucker a little poke.

'Go on,' he said nervously.

I put a dollop on the end of my knob and slipped between his brown skinned
perfection. I felt his body resist me for just one moment and then he
opened up and I was in his incredibly tight little bottom and surrounded by
his clinging pressure and heat. I made a few gentle movements and he
groaned but he didn't seem to be suffering any discomfort. I lapped the
back of his sweaty brown neck just at the edge of his jet black bristly
hair and sank in and withdrew a little, in again and out again.

'Really weird,' he muttered into the pillow and I started to go slowly at
first but then faster and faster. I didn't have the self control he had I
just wanted to take him, snooze and then have another go. How's that for
forward planning. In the end he was pushing back onto me and we finished up
on our sides with me fucking like a rabbit and he with one leg slightly
raised and wanking away at his tacky but rehardened penis. 'And here's me
thinking you were a girl,' he cackled and pushed back hard onto my thrusts.

'Sometimes,' I grunted as I felt my heat arising. 'Not just now though.'

'I can feel that,' he pushed back and forced himself onto me as my dick
literally exploded shooting my boy juice deep into his gut in long sticky
streamers of thick boy spunk. Vintage twelve year old boy jism and all
dedicated to my new lover, Alex.

'Cor, that feels so disgusting,' he craned his head around for a kiss as I
idly moved in and out of his cum flooded bottom. 'Totally squishy... how
the hell do you get rid of it?'

'There speaks a virgin,' I giggled giving him another messy dig. 'Toilet,
natch.'

'Figures,' he slid off me with a farty sound. 'Be back in a minute,' he
leapt for the door and I relaxed. That was it all done with for the
moment. If we went again would seem to be in the lap of the Gods but we had
at least done it and I suppose I dozed off wondering if he felt the same
about me as I did for him. Now way, I couldn't be that lucky.

'Oi, you can't sleep here,' he was shaking my shoulder and giving me the
numero uno grin. 'Was I alright by the way?' He slipped back into the bed.

'Perfect,' I slipped my arm around his shoulder and cuddled. This was great
he was older than me but not appreciably larger or taller, a match made in
heaven. 'More than perfect, brilliant,' I nuzzled his neck.

'Good,' he looked at me. 'This isn't a one off is it?'

'First of many, Al?'

'First of many, many and loads and loads,' he giggled like a small
child. 'Go and get cleaned up, I need to cook up a story for my mum and
dad, how I met this beautiful white boy and if they can have a mixed
marriage then so can I.'

'Lunatic,' I slipped from the bed and made a beeline for the
toilet. Business done I shot into the kitchen and collected two cold cans I
also picked up a large folder from Jerry's desk in his bedroom. Showing off
time.

'Thought you'd microwaved yourself in remorse,' he grinned at me as I came
back in. 'How were the babies?'

'Don't be disgusting,' I laughed and tossed him a can. 'My publicity
shots,' I handed him the ones that Jo had taken of me solo and some large
ones of myself with Florian and Loren.

His face was a picture, he snapped his can open and balancing the can on
the side managed to get the file open one handed. 'Shit,' he nearly spilled
the can, hurriedly placing it one the more sturdier bedside he flipped
throught the large pictures. 'Jeez.'  He looked at me. 'You look so
beautiful, a wet dream come true.'

'Well thank you Mr Art Critic,' I laughed and sat up on the bed.

'Who did these, they're absolutely wanking material... can I have one or
two or three. Jeeeezus...' He'd come across the ones with myself propped up
by the bookends, Florian and Loren that is in their briefs. 'Three angels,
who are these kids?'

'The pals I overnighted with. The bossman up there is a photographer and he
did some for me as I want to try and get some catalogue work.' I suppose I
was pleased with his reaction but I felt a little bit on the shy side as
well. 'Do you like them?'

'Like 'em, I love 'em,' he stared at me. 'My new boyfriend is a star.'

'My new boyfriend... I like that.'

'So do I,' he put the pictures down and opened his arms. 'Come here, I've
got something for you.'

'Yeah, yeah,' I grinned and opened my towel. 'I've got something for you as
well,' my little bit of string as Jo called it when we'd done the group
romp had swollen and wasn't exactly poking out but hung fat and heavy just
needing something to liven it up. The sight of Alex and his ol' brown
skinned dicky extending up his belly did the trick. I dropped the towel and
clambered onto the bed and crouched over him. 'I really got something going
for you, Al, a bit more than sex, dunno what it is really.'

'Love they call it.' he grabbed my neck and for once he wasn't
grinning. 'But the sex is good as well. What's in the envelope you're
hanging onto?'

'The boys,' I slipped into his embrace and passed over the pictures. I just
snuggled into his warmth and toyed with his now totally stiff penis as he
flipped through the erections of Loren and his little mate.'

'This is pure porn and I love the goofy looking one,' he held a photograph
out.

'That's Loren, he's just gone thirteen.'

'Sweet,' he grinned at me. 'Not as sweeet as you, buttercup.'

'We're having a bit of a get together on Thursday night, there's a big
England match on, Hungary, Bulgaria or someone in Euroland.'

'Really?' He looked a bit jealous which did me a power of good.

'You should come around, they're staying overnight and I could use a
boyfriend to show off.'

'Really,' his face lit up. 'Are they at it... you know?' He worked one
finger in a hole made up of his other fingers. 'Jig-a-jig, sorta thing.'

'Sex you mean,' I laughed. 'Yeah, they're at it, jig-a-jig, the whole
caboodle, Florian and Loren are bestest mates like us... real tight,' I
tugged him down the bed and slipped the bedclothes up over us.

'Sex,' he sighed as I tugged him onto me on our sides belly to belly, this
time I took the lead slipping my hardness between his smooth brown legs and
then rolling him onto his back. 'I'd like to meet them,' he grinned and
held my slowly moving bottom. 'Randy prat.'

'Maybe your dad would let you sleep over, all boys together and all that
jazz.'

'Worth a try, he's always saying I should make pals.'

'Close pals.' We sniggered as he settled onto his back and with a half
smile aped my earlier moves. He raised his egs and took his knees down to
his chest.

'You up for it, Leo my Lion?'

'Always, Mowgli.'




							THE END
                                                                                                   for
now...


Phew... I enjoyed that.  To come... Chapter 5 (Anthony's Story)

APOLOGY: I may have caused confusion here with some readers. Anachronisms
(Julius Ceasar wearing a wristwatch sort of thing) do abound and this is
mainly due to me originally setting the story (and the business) in the
early Eighties and then shuffling it into the present day. I wanted the
story to be based on a Studio I ran when I came out of the Navy but the
whole concept of photography in that period, developing, dark rooms and
even mail order just didn't fit with the way I wanted the story to
go... hence the timeshift. Once again, I apologise and hope it doesn't
detract too much from the story. It shouldn't really, it is just a load of
smut after all.

Mick.  Writing as...

GCutter66@aol.com