Date: Thu, 28 Dec 2006 08:21:46 EST
From: GCutter66@aol.com
Subject: PHILIP - TRUE OR NOT?

WARNING; This is a homoerotic story and should only be read by persons
over the Age of Consent in their geopolitical area. It should not be
passed on to 'minors'.

It is a true story and you may believe it or not as you wish

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PHILIP - TRUE OR NOT?



by



G. Cutter



To set the scene; I'm a sixty six year old man, gay in mind and neuter in
body. I need to explain that by saying that over a year ago I was diagnosed
with cancer of the bladder and this cancer was verging on bursting through
the bladder wall and attacking other internal organs. It was a plain choice
of having my bladder and prostate removed or dying. My course was quite
clear. Sayonara prostate and incidently goodbye to any sexual functions.
Anyway, that's the gory bit of self pity out of the way.

Shortly after the operation I retired, in fact, I spent my sixty fifth
birthday in hospital.  I moved into what they call sheltered accomodation
and sat reaping in my small pensions. I continued to work at my Club which
is mainly a Cricket Club but hosts footballers over the closed season. I
look after the Grounds and Bar although I am doing less and less
groundswork.  Enough of that. It can provide me with around seventy to
eighty pounds a week and an interest.

The interest is the important bit. I hate to think of coming on eighty and
not having my Club to work at, not having young footballers and cricketers
to oggle and not having the ability to write smutty stories and go on
line. So having said all the above and you being perceptive readers, you'll
know where I'm at.

I live by myself in a comfortable little flat, I work up my Club Saturday
and Sunday more or less for the full day and in the cricket season do a
couple of evenings up there as well. For those of you who think running a
small Club Bar by yourself is a doddle ..... no fuckin' way!  It keeps me
more than busy, which has got to be better than stagnating.

The short story writing came about through frustration at my own lack of
physical sex drive and the sort of mental sex churning through my head.
It's very difficult to explain.  I still want the sex, the sort of sex I've
always had but I can't. Of course, I'm also involved with a load of kids,
so thinking sex happens and that is where it ends.

Back to Philip.

I was in the habit of going upto my old estate, where I used to live and
work and pop into the Post Office and collect my pension, etc. My Cricket
Club is situated on this estate and leases it's grounds from them. Normally
on a Tuesday I'd do my business at the Post Office and call around my old
works messroom to see the guys, have a cuppa and a natter.

I met Philip on one of these tea breaks and he was introduced to me with
some snide references to him being a bit dim, or possibly being a bit of a
retard. Another bit of explaining; the estate took on schoolkids and others
on a 'work experience' basis, any cheap labour was welcome. The fact that
some of this labour had to have such concentrated supervision that they
were far from cost effective seemed to sail straight over the management's
head. I chatted to Philip now and then and I got the impression that he may
have been dim in some respects but in others he was very smart. He was
clean and well turned out and cycled in around five miles every day through
heavy traffic so he wasn't that stupid. He was a Playstation freak and
seemed to be well up on his school's computers, he also played for a local
youth team so he couldn't be classed as a retard either.

He wasn't what you'd call good looking, he was, I think sixteen, short and
slender, I think he'd prefer wiry or lithe and his vocabulary was
remarkably good for a kid of his status. No, I don't think he was dim, I
think he played dim and that is a totally different thing.

Apparently, he shared a friend's Playstation and seemed quite enthusiastic
about the machine. The funny thing was that I'd got a PS2 which was
collecting dust, I never used the thing. I asked him if he was interested
and priced it at 50 which was about par for the course. I didn't tell him
that it had been sitting idle for a whole a year and that I was on the
verge of binning it.

He was interested but waffled on about how was he going to view the thing
and I suggested picking him up after work, slinging his bike in the back of
my van and I'd run him home afterwards.

Needless to say, he had to ask his mum, he wasn't that independent. During
the week I got a phone call and it was his mother, I felt I was getting
vetted and I probably was but she agreed with me collecting him and
returning him to the family nest. She told me that he was driving her mad
about the Playstation and curiously enough she told me to keep an eye on
him like he was a ten year old. The long and the short of it was that I
collected him after his day's work on the Tuesday and away we went.

He seemed quite excited on the way to my place like it was a school outing
or something. I played Mr Cool and took him indoors where he immediately
began to drool over the bloody thing.  I just clocked on my computer and
let it run, I knew that once it settled down the screensaver would kick in,
mine happened to be a slideshow of boys. They were all decent I hasten to
add although a couple were a bit near the mark. I had one labelled Wet
Dream and one labelled Wet Bum, I'd nicked these from IOMFATS one of my
fave English sites. It was so predictable, he saw the computer, he saw the
screen saver and he was fascinated. When I flashed up my Age of Empires he
went absolutely frantic. It seemed my computer was a bit different to the
one at school which was no great surprise.

How does the mouse work, how do you use they keyboard, etc, etc. You know
the stuff. If I'd have had a prostate I'd have been as hard as a choccy
frog. You know in my stories I set myself as a young man to make a story
but I'm not. I'm an old Empire man and old enough to remember the
expression:'Slowlee, slowlee, catchee monkee.'You can't say things like
that in this PC world but that's the way it was. Can you go to prison for
sucking a kid's dick ..... probably!  Life was pretty unfair. You have to
bear in mind I'd seen and chatted to him quite a few times already so I
wasn't a complete stranger but that didn't exactly make us groping buddies
and don't forget the huge age difference.

Anyway, here he was sorting out the rudiments of Age of Empires and having
a fine time, naturally by now I'd drawn up a second chair to sit alongside
and advise and guide (believe that one). I draped my arm around him and
patted his knee a couple of time hoping that he'd put me down as just a
touchy feely old man. I was working on the principle that any small advance
was better than nothing.

He soon tired of AoE, probably a bit too cerebral for him I should have got
hold of Duke Nukem or something.

'Do you go on line with this, surf the whatsit?' He gave me his shy little
smile but this was just the opening I'd been waiting for.

'Yeah,' I said and double clicked on the AOL shortcut.

'Jeez, that's quick.' He sat and goggled as all the AOL popups
appeared. 'Do you go the old porn sites?' He had the grace to look just a
little embarassed.

'Yeah,' I clicked on My Favourites. 'Double click on Dirty Art.'

He did this and I guided him through the passwords and all the rest, I also
advised him that he shouldn't really be watching stuff like this until he
was eighteen. He spared time from the screen to give me a cheeky grin then
he was surfing the cartoon site. He soon got bored with make believe.

'Haven't you got any proper people?'

'What, porn you mean?'

'Yeah,' he nodded his head eagerly.

'Only sorta boy art,' I said a little lamely. I'd driven myself into a hole
with this one and I didn't know how to get out of it. Everything had gone a
bit too far and too fast. I had the horrible feeling that he was going to
throw a wobbly and do a runner. The trouble was that the three or four
sites I subscribed to were all what they call twink sites and the reason
that I'd signed on was that they were twinks not so called boys with hairy
chests and bald heads.  Its a pity The Trades Descriptions Act doesn't
cover the Net, the twinks or boys site featuring fully grown men are
legion. Legion, I rather like that word, very arty.

Anyway, back to My Favourites.

'Boy Art?' Surprisingly enough he grinned at me and read through the listed
sites. 'Real Teen Boys, Easterboys, Klarks Area.' He laughed, and gave me a
sly look. 'I bet these are all gay.'

I did mention that he wasn't dim, neither was he a brain surgeon.

'Looks that way.' I'd lost it, I couldn't see my way out of the hole I'd
dug. The only consolation was that he seemed to be taking it well, in fact,
he seemed to treating it all as a joke. Then he double clicked on Klarks
World. At least he'd picked one of the best, I'd often wondered how many
models on this site were maybe just a little short of the mandatory
eighteen.

'Wow, look at that,' he oggled the trio of naked teenagers doing what they
shouldn't in front
 of a Russian camera.

'The size of that,' he crowed pointing at a rather well endowed so called
eighteen year old who looked around sixteen.'Do you like this sort of
stuff?'

'Yeah, I wouldn't have it on else, would I.' What else could I say, I'd
really dropped myself in the shit to put it bluntly.

'Should get yourself a boyfriend,' he laughed. I know it's a permissive
society but this was a bit too much from a schoolkid.

'I'll have you then,' I grabbed him around the shoulders and gave him a
hug.

'I'm too young,' he giggled like a little boy but he didn't pull away. When
I'm writing all these old English sayings seem to pop into my head. There's
one that goes something like 'You may as well be hung for a sheep as a
goat' whatever that means. I thought fuck it and kissed him on his smooth
cheek.

'You naughty man,' he burst out laughing which is a slight ardour
damper. 'I knew you'd do that.'

'How?'

'You fancy me, that's why,' he gave his little giggle again.

'Yeah, I do but I can't do anything about it.'

'Because of your bag?'

'Yeah, no prostate, no stiffy, no fuck.'

'You don't have to fuck to like someone.' A remarkably adult view from one
so young. In my experience most sixteen year olds would fuck a milk bottle
to get their rocks off. That's why adolescents are so bewildered, they
spend half their life pulling at the old salami

'True.' What else could I say. I gave him another kiss and this time he
didn't laugh.

'I'm not gay you know.'

'I know that Philip, I'll leave you alone now.' I stood up and ruffled his
hair. You can't win them all. 'Would you like a Coke or something.'

'Yes please,' he was back to oggling Klarks Area, I leaned over him for a
peep and I'm almost certain he was showing a stiffy, it was so hard to tell
in those bloody awful baggies.  I got him a Coke and a can of Newcastle for
myself and took my seat again.

'I gotta go in a bit,' he grinned at me as if all that had happened had
been nothing, the hug, the kisses. 'If I can get mum to spring me I'd like
to buy the Playstation, maybe one evening or over the weekend?' He looked
at me with a grin.

'A kiss to seal the deal.' Now this was really pushing my luck. To my
astonishment. He grinned then he closed his eyes and puckered up his
lips. I wasn't missing out on this one. I grabbed him by the back of his
neck and brought our faces together and kissed him fully on the lips.

'Mmm,' he grinned as we parted. 'I'm still not gay you know.'

'Nobody said you were, Philip.'

He slowly drank his Coke transferred from Klarks Area to Real Teen Boys and
back again, he seemed to love cum shots but he wasn't gay was he?

I wasn't inclined to advance on the evening, I think any more would be
stretching his good humour. I thought the fact that he was quite happy
coming back to my place showed that he wasn't scared of me or my actions,
I'd have to leave things as they stood.

'I can get finished about four o'clcock on a Saturday but I need to know
which Saturday as I've got to get someone to cover my Bar.'

'Ah no, don't lose money,' he seemed quite concerned.

'I won't, my mate owes me a few favours, anyway he likes tending Bar.'

'Orrite, not this Saturday but the next.'

'OK.'

'I suppose I'd better make a move now.' He looked a little sad, I think
he'd have liked to surf all might long.

'I'll have to remember where you live and I'll collect you just after four
Saturday week but
 you confirm by phone, OK.'

'OK. Micky,' he stood up and looked for somewhere to dump his can. The
little brat was hard, no two ways about it.'

'You'll have a good wank tonight,' I nodded down to his groin.

'I always have a good wank,' he laughed although he blushed just a teeny
bit.

I drove him home, went through the trauma of meeting his mother who was a
typical council old salt but very nice nevertheless and returned home after
a cup of tea.

I didn't get up the estate the following week but the week after that he
phoned and confirmed for Saturday around four in the afternoon.

He informed me that his mum said that he could stay late as long as he was
back by midnight, he was a working boy after all. I began to wonder if my
little Philip had his own agenda, perhaps he wanted to oggle naked stiffies
all night. If he did it was going to cost him. I knew that I couldn't have
full blown sex with him, I wasn't physically capable but I could suck him
to death and that was my target. I was totally convinced that Philip would
allow that but it was still in the hands of the Gods.

Needless to say me and my trusty van was on his doorstep promptly for four,
it was raining but what's new. The point was that Philip was ready and
able, he even flashed me fifty quid before we got in the van. I had to
suffer another one of his mother's cups of pretty rank tea and we were on
our way.

Unusually for a Saturday evening traffic was light and we were home in
around fifteen minutes, I hurried him nto my small flat, I didn't want tne
neighbours tongues to start wagging. Once we were inside I started to
relax.

'Right whatcha want to do muck about with the Playstation of have a go on
the computer.

'Computer,' he grinned. How did I guess.

'You know how to go online. Have a go.' I wandered into the kitchen and got
him a can of something cold, I also grabbed a can of beer, I didn't intend
to drink a lot but one or two would unwind me.

I came back into the room and he was at Klarks Area already, that kid did
like his Russian boys. It was then that I noticed he'd left the baggies at
home he was wearing quite a smart pair of cargoes, the things with the knee
pockets.

'Got some new trousers.'

'Trust you to notice,' he flashed me one of his grins again and then
returned to the screen.  'Cor, that looks painful,' he ndded at the
monitor, it displayed Klark himself getting stuffed
 by one of his chums.

'They put it on a bit,' I spoke from experience. Anyone who's been a porn
star for a couple of years certainly wouldn't be too stressed by a
cock. For God's sake that's their living.

'I couldn't do that,' Philip wittered. I glanced at the front of his
cargoes. He was showing a tent already.

'What about the other?'

'What other?'

'Being the active one ... doing the fucking?'

'Yeah,' he laughed. 'No probs.'

'Butch.' I said mockingly.

'Were you butch or a bitch when you were OK?' Now there was a question. To
answer or not to answer.

'Well, a bit of both I suppose.' I was going to tell him about the love of
my life but I thought it's probably be lost on him and anyway, my youth and
my twenties were history.

'Did you......'

'Shut up,' I laughed. 'Oggle your boys, you ask to many questions.' I
repeated my stunt of a couple of weeks back and put my arm around him and
kissed his cheek, his beautifully smooth cheek. He smelt faintly of soap he
must have had a bath before he came out.

'You fancy me, dontcha?'

'Yeah, I'm afraid so.'

'But you can't do anything to me, not without your prosty thingy.'

'Fancying someone isn't always about doing things to people, sometimes it's
about doing things for people.' I more or less said what he'd suggested the
other week.

'Such as?'

'Think about it small fry.' I'd let him stew for a bit, the night was young
and his mum had told him that he didn't have to rush home.

'We can kiss,' his eyes were glued to the screen although he'd moved to
Dutch Gay Teens this time, all he had to do was click the Members Entry and
I had all my passwords set up but he knew this. 'We can snog, I can fuck
you but you can't fuck me, you can suck but I can't suck you.......'

'Yeah, alright,' I held my hand up. 'Don't let's get carried away.' I
didn't know where this was going but it needed a brake putting on
it. 'You're out of your depth a bit, Philip.'

'I dunno,' he smiled slightly and turned to face me ignoring the computer
for a bit. 'You admit you're gay, you admit you fancy me, so where's the
problem.

'You are, you're a schoolboy for God's sake.' I was getting stressed maybe
having him over wasn't such a good idea after all.

'I leave after next term, I'll be a working man.' He brought his face
really close to me.  'A young man,' he grinned. He knew exactly what I was
going to do. I put my hand onto his smooth neck, brought him closer and
kissed him, this time it was hard and long. I dropped my other hand to his
crotch and I could feel his penis through his thin trousers,he was hard. He
groaned as I fondled his privates and kept the kiss going.

We broke at last and just sat there looking at each other, I dunno if it
was mutual embarassment or what.

'I won't tell if you won't.' I know it sounds incredibly childish but he'd
said exactly what
 I wanted to hear.

'You say that again and I'll stick you on that bed and suck you to death.'

He looked at me for a long moment, a very serious look. 'I won't tell if
you won't.'

That was it, I grasped him lightly by his upper arms moved him around and
sat him on the bed.  'Lie down, Philip.'

He smiled at me and lay on the bed dead centre with his hands behind his
head. My mind was in a turmoil, I was thinking all sorts of things,
blackmail, prison, a budding rent boy even, you name it and it was whizzing
around in my brain.

'You're all right with me, Micky.'

'Why me?'  I sat on the bed and ran my hand up the inside of his khaki
trousers legs ending up cupping the soft mass of his scrotum.

'You want to do things to me and I know you can't go too far because of
your medical thing ..... it's only playing about really.'

'Really,' I reached out and slowly pulled his zip down, he was kind enough
to unclip the waistband. 'Stop.'

'What?' He looked disappointed. Mind you he looked so cute laying there
with his zip down with just the glimpse of white underwear.

'I wanna see you totally naked, I need to get a buzz somehow.'

'It's a deal,' he grinned and sat upto remove his t-shirt to display a
boy's narrow chest with
 just the hint of manhood, if anything he was a little underdeveloped but
not a lot. No way
 was he going to be a rugby player but then I rembered he played football
where speed counted not so much brute force. While he was getting rid of
the top I removed his trainers and socks.  He baulked at the trousers and
lay back on the bed again grinning at me.

'That isn't the only thing I'm sucking,' I pointed at his hardness now
clearly visible outlined
 in his cargoes.

'What else is there,' he looked a little puzzled.

'These,' I crouched over him and placing one hand on his lump mouthed one
of his dark brown nipples.

'Weird,' he giggled and ran his hands through what's left of my hair.  'You
are so weird, Micky.'

'I know,' I lapped his nipple and it began to harden, I lightly nipped it
with my teeth.

'It's sticking up,' he looked down his bare chest with astonishment.

'Better do the other,' by now I could feel his hot sex, I had my hand in
the front of his trousers and all that was between me and my evening snack
was the thin cotton of his white briefs. It felt like a nice one, I could
feel that he was uncircumcised the way his loose skin moved up and down, I
would guess at around five inches and it was a pretty solid job, if
anything a little big for a boy of his build. Certainly nothing to be
ashamed about.

Nipples aroused I kissed and lapped down his belly and stopped.

'Take some clothes off, Micky.'

'You won't like my bag.'

'You can take your shirt off anyway,' he looked at me with his puppy dog
eyes and funnily enough that's what he reminded me of, a little puppy, so
innocent you wanted to cry. Please God, don't let my Philip ever run into a
nasty gay, one of the bad ones. I suppose lots of people lump all people
who like boys as evil but I draw the fine line that once a kid can cum he's
a youth not a boy. Yeah, I know, it is a very fine line. I also know that
there are a lot of people out there who like hurting both physically and
mentally, I wouldn't want one of them to get too near to Philip.

I took my shirt off and slid up his body skin on skin, this time it was a
proper kiss, I ran my tongue across his lips and he got the message, our
tongues had their slippery battle. At the end he gasped. 'Wicked.'

I started to kiss and lap down his smooth chest and belly, I was on the
last furlong now to a racing man. I opened up his cargoes and shucked them
over his hips, he obligingly lifted his little bum a bit. I briefly admired
the outline of his cock through the white material noticing that there was
a little patch of damp where it ended. The randy little sod was ready.  The
next step was the ultimate, I knew he was willing and ready but was he
ready for this. I lifted the front of his briefs and slipped them down,
once again he lifted himself up a bit and just lay there grinning at me. I
think he was expecting a wank but I was going to give him a treat.

I kissed his quite hairless scrotum to his shock and horror and then licked
up his quite thick shaft, glancing up I had to grin, I think the poor
little sod was on the verge of passing out.  I made a big deal of licking
up and down his erection enjoying the way it twitched as I reached to just
under the glans. I moved up the bed a bit to a more comfortable position
and held it up.

'You ready for this, Phil?'

'Go on,' he croaked.

I licked across the head of his helmet tasting the non-taste of precum. He
trembled and lightly held my head as I sank my mouth over his spongy
lump. Christ, it was my first young cock for around five or six years and
probably my last before I bit the dust and it was gorgeous.  Thick, meaty
and warm and this novice, tyro, call him what you will was making little
pumping motions into my mouth, I felt that I'd died and gone to heaven. I
climbed up onto the bed and got between his smooth legs and went to town. I
managed to get my hands under him and took one smooth litle boy buttock in
each hand and savoured the tactile sensation of handling a boy's bottom
after so many years. He was now pumping up and down and I was taking in as
much as I could, my nose was in his dark haired pubic bush and his glans
was deep in my throat. There was an excellent chance of him choking me but
I didn't care, I just wanted him to enjoy it as much as I did. I never was
a cocksucker, I had occasional forays in the past but I was mainly into the
full one hundred percent anal but that was clearly out of the question
now. I just wanted one last fling and I could live on the memories.

'Micky, Micky,' he moaned. I think he was trying to tell me he was about to
cum but I knew that, his balls were uptight like a pair of little
nutmegs. I jiggled them gently to fetch him along and he spurted. Boy, did
he spurt. It must have been four big squirts and than the lesser ones, he
was knackered. I washed him off with my tongue and kissed up his belly, he
just lay there with his mouth open and his eyes closed. I kissed him and it
was tongue on tongue again, I think he must have forgotten about the
mouthload of spunk I'd drained him of. I lay up with him and cuddled his
naked body wishing I was a healthy eighteen year old again. If Old Nick had
popped up throught the floor and offered me a deal I'd have signed in blood
there and then.

After that it was a bit of an anti climax, I made him a cup of tea (good
old English) and we lazily chatted, after all I did have to take him and
the Playstation home.


					THE END OF THE TRUE STORY

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I was going to continue a fiction from hereon and what follows is an
attempt but it fell to pieces and I wrote LIFE WITH PHILIP instead.I
mindmelded (?) myself as an eighteen year old and it was loads of fun to
write.  The prototype of the one of me at my real age which I abandoned is
below.

					WHAT FOLLOWS IS PURE FICTION


He had his tea and he was back on the computer again, he seemed a bit
quieter and I was getting a bit worried.

'You OK, Philip?'

'Fantastic.' That was encouraging at least.

'You OK with what I did?' I didn't want to push it but I needed a bit of
reassurance.

'Wicked,' he turned and grinned. 'You can do that any time you like.'

'My pleasure,' I laughed probably more with relief than anything else.

'Can I stay the night?'

'What?' Now there was one right out of the blue. 'I can't see your mother
or father being too happy about you staying with me.'

'Well I ain't got a dad, anyway, she couldn't care less.' He looked at me
back to the little puppy dog look, I nearly looked to see if he had a tail.

'Listen, Philip. I'm quite happy with you staying but you're a boy.......'

'I know that,' he broke in with a laugh.

'You should be knocking around with boy's your own age not with pensioners
like me. You need to get yourself a girlfriend or a boyfriend to muck
around with.'

'Yeah, yeah,' he flapped his hand impatiently. 'You're alright then?'

I just shrugged, I couldn't throw him out but I couldn't let him stay, I
was between a rock and a hard place.

'You working at your Club tomorrow?'

'No, there aren't any matches on.'

'So, Can I phone me mum?'

'You're the boss.'

He picked the phone off the floor and I sat and listened to a complete
tissue of lies for about ten minutes. Apparently the van had got a flat, as
it was dark and drizzly we couldn't fix it.  I had a spare bedroom which
was news to me and although I was a bit boring he'd suffer the night to
save his poor old mum the ten quid taxi fare.

'Goodnight mum,' he put the phone down and grinned at me. 'There you go,
Tricky Micky. Easy.'

'You lying little sod.'

'Yeah, great innit.' He looked at me and leant forward and kissed me. 'You
can suck me all night long now.'

'Great.' What the hell had I let myself in for.



	THIS IS PATHETIC .............. I GIVE UP ON THIS ONE !!!

	IT WAS AT THIS STAGE I THOUGHT 'WHY NOT WRITE A STORY
	PROPER STORY, GIVE PHIL SOME MATES AND AWAY YOU GO AND
	THAT WAS THE START OF IT .....


STOP PRESS: Last time I saw Philip he'd gotten himself a mate slightly
older than himself. The kid is called Michael funnily enough and seems to
be a very nice boy ..... I'm sure they're 'at it' ..... Good Luck to them!!!

You can find my LIFE WITH PHILP SERIES at Nifty Gay Adult/Youth dated 19
Nov '04.  I thought it was a good little Seruies although I overstretched
it at the end.


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