Date: Fri, 31 Oct 2008 22:59:51 +0000
From: Gary Cutter <gcutter66@gmail.com>
Subject: LOVE OR NEED

WARNING: This story is homoerotic in content. This means that it may and
probably will involve male on male sex of various ages.  Also note that my
characters do not wear condoms and that is because they are FICTIONAL.

ALL MY CHARACTERS, PLACES AND SITUATIONS ARE FICTIONAL AND THE EVENTS
PORTRAYED TAKE PLACE ON PLANET CUTTER. ANY RESEMBLENCE TO REAL PEOPLE,
PLACES, ETC. ETC. IS TOTALLY COINCIDENTAL. The author recommends 'safe' sex
in real life. You must be above the Age of Consent in your particular
geopolitical area to read this sort of stuff and you should NEVER allow
minors access but you knew that.

I normally prefer to write in First Person (frowned on by the more
technical authors) but I write as I like. I do like to try and approach the
tale from the boys point of view... get into their tiny minds but you must
realise if they sound a bit smartarse and over world weary at times that is
me coming through. If they sound as thick as a plank...  that's them.

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LOVE OR NEED



by



G. Cutter




I need to explain the title a little. Love stories are what you write when
you're full of the joys of spring, tra la la, you have a bee in your bonnet
and the creative juices are flowing.  Need stories rarely get written
because these are the ones you know are ninety percent true, dull and are
generally going to be unpopular but what the hell!

When I was twenty one which was many moons ago I worked on a huge old
persons sheltered estate as a groundsworker. Probably the most boring job
in the world, underpaid although you got cheap accomodation and good for
one thing only and that was the courses. They and that is the management of
the place were abso-bloody-lutely obsessed with having their staff take
courses which suited me fine. It was my ambition to go on my own, work for
myself aka 'self employed' and the more knowledge and certificates I could
muster the better. This shorty short only concerns one weekend so I don't
need to outline all the ins and out suffice to say our staff was small, we
took some students on in the holiday periods, sound familiar? The routine
of taking students of anywhere from fifteen to nineteen was deemed cost
effective as they would clearly bulk the numbers to cover the regular staff
going on holiday. They called it job experience,most normal people saw it
for what it was, paying peanuts and getting monkeys to paraphrase that
great American, Mr Ford of the Model T fame not the ex Pres. Replacing a
trained man with a schoolkid, a great money saver but marginally illegal in
some cases I suspect when you get into the machinery operating areas.

I think it was in August or maybe early September and in this particular
year we had two boys working with us, David who was barely sixteen if that
and Paul who was an older sixteen. Paul's difference was that his mother
worked in the Catering Centre and she had blown in someone's ear for a
favour. Result was her rather good looking and pretty useless son got six
weeks work. Being what I am I liked them both, David was a little darling
but lived off site, Paul was bordering on being called a yob and he had
temporary accomodation in a flat just down the hall from me. I had the
largest flat on that level and he had the smallest which gave him constant
cause to whine but I pointed out I was permanent staff and he was a virtual
visitor. He was skinny or lithe, dark hair and eyes. He'd started with
flowing hippy hair but had gone mad somewhere along the line and finished
up with a skinhead, I wasn't too sure which I preferred but I shouldn't
think he was too worried either way.

One Friday evening as all good weekend stories start, I was sitting in my
quite roomy bedsitter watching the TV and wondering which tape to run
(which dates it a bit). As I recall I had a Friday the Thirteenth (number
three billion) and Nightmare on Elm Street (number six hundred)... well,
you know what I mean. I'd had my supper and a bath and I was just chilling
with a couple of cans of lager watching the end of something from the
BBC. I was sitting quite comfortably in my bathrobe and slippers quite the
old man at home and I was pondering which tape to inflict upon myself for
the night's entertainment.

There was a quiet rap on the door and I looked at the clock, it was just
coming up for nine and as I wasn't expecting anybody to call I was just a
tad iritated. I didn't like being disturbed (especially being dressed
informally if you want to call it that). As most of the people I knew were
over thirty I didn't entertain full stop, end of story. I cracked the door
open very slightly as there are some weird people around. There was an
outside door which was supposed to be kept closed and I cursed the fool who
had left it open at nightime but I was fronted up by Paul, my neighbour
from down the hall.

'Mmm... Thought you'd be up the Bar being Friday and all that.' I didn't
make any attempt to invite him in.

''I've got a problem' he looked at me woefully like a dejected puppy, he
certainly knew how to tug the heartstrings but I was made of sterner stuff
fthat that. I may not have mentioned that I was gay and had a taste for the
older schoolies, very much like David and Paul. I was also very firmly in
the closet particularly living and working for a very moral and Christian
chariity who had as much charity in their heart as the Wicked Witch of the
West.

'Sad,' I retorted giving him a cheerful grin.

'Don't be a prick, Peter. Let me in.'

'Alright,' I grudgingly opened the door and led him through into my little
living (and sleeping) room . 'Wanna can?'

'Yeah, cheers,' he actually smiled and I noticed he was still wearing his
grass stained jeans and dirty sweat shirt from the day's work. Not bad for
nine o'clock at night.

I got him a Fosters from the kitchen and when I returned I found him on the
sofa settling in and watching the televsion.

'What's the problem, Paul. Fuses gone, broke a window, wanna borrow a cup
of sugar?'

'Nah, nah. Nothing like that,' he took the can and snapped the top. 'I need
to borrow some money.'

'You've come to the wrong place,' I scotched that idea straight away.

'Come on, Peter. Hear me out.'

'Go on,' I pricked up my ears. Of course, I don't have to spell out what
had flashed through my mind. Good looking young sixteen year old,
desperately needing money, quiet Friday night... you can work it out. The
problem was I was in the closet so very firmly, I had a good scene going
with my courses, I had an eye out for the future and one little escapade
with a young teeny could blow the lot. All the same I listened.

'I borrowed twenty quid from Charlie the Head Chef last week and promised
to give it back today. I haven't got it, I'm skint,' he looked at me and I
swore there were tears in his eyes. 'He's threatening to kill me, talking
about having a go at my mum... even go to the Head Office and making a
complain about me.'

'Take it all with a pinch of salt,' I advised. I knew the Head Chef to talk
to now and then as he was a bit of nasty work as they say around here and
the very last bloke in the world to try and stitch up for twenty quid.

'Alright for you to say,' he whined. 'He is so pissed off, I'm keeping out
of his way.'

'Best bet.' I tried a bit of a peace move.'If I lent you the twenty notes
to pay him I'd be the one chasing you for money then.'

'Yeah, I know,' he looked at me sharply and then at the television. 'I
could do a deal with you though.'

'How so?'

'Well you know,' he smiled a bit shakily. 'You're young he's a bloody old
man.'

'You've lost me.' He hadn't but I couldn't believe I was being not so
subtley propositioned by a schooly.

He sat up and faced me again and seem to draw on his courage. 'You've got
wandering eyes, I've seen you look at David and I've caught you ogling me a
few times.'

'Conceited,' I forced a laugh. 'One has to look somewhere or at
someone... don't flatter yourself.'

'I'm not,' he smirked. 'I've got you sussed out.'

'I don't think so,' I answered realising I was fighting a losing battle. He
knew me for what I was and I felt a bit like a monster being exposed to the
baying mob with their flaming torches. OK, a bit over the top but you know
what I mean. The one thing he didn't have was proof and no way was he going
to trap me... or if he did it would be on my terms.

'If I slept in here with you, you'd make a move on me,' he declared
confidently.

'Not without a bath,' I laughed.

'I knew it, I knew it,' he grinned like he'd scored. 'You fancy me, I know
you do.'

'How do you know that, your gaydar working?'

'You know all the words.'

'Common enough nowadays.'

'Come on, Petey. I've got a need or two and you've got a need.'

'Hang on, you said you've got a need or two. What's the second?'

'I like you,' his face darkened in a blush. He looked at me again and
appeared to make a decision.  'Stand up a moment in front of me.'

'You don't want to do this, Paul.'

'A show of faith.'

This is where I come out with that old one; 'The Devil made me do it.'
Well, he did, it certainly wasn't common sense, in fact, it was sheer
stupidity considering everything I've said before but I stood all the same
about a foot in front of him as he sat. I had a damn good idea what he was
going to do and my penis began to thicken inside my bathrobe at my
imaginings. I was right, he reached out with one hand and delved into the
front of my robe and cupped my balls momentarily and then grasped my semi
erect weapon.

'Paul...' I just stood there lost for words.

'Big one,' he smiled up at me and grasped my rapidly hardening stiffness
with his warm hand. 'Yeah, you want it, you want me,' he corrected
himself. 'Dontcha?'

'You're never going to find out unless you have a bath... and sleepover.'

'Is that a yes?'

'Yes.' There you go, I'd said it. Now I was totally at his mercy. I was
making the massive assumption that he was playing at rent boy or
hustler. Then again he might have a lust or love job on me, a bit of
wishful thinking there but never mind. The die was cast as they used to say
and worstways, I was going to see him naked if sod all else. I kept telling
myself, I'd done wrong but I couldn't help it. He'd offered and I'd
accepted. A perfectly straightforward case of the dick leading the body and
the brain didn't even get a look in.

Happy with his outcome he let go of me and gave me a quick peck on the side
of the neck. 'I'll get my gear and have a bath in here, it's a damn sight
warmer than my place.''  'OK,' I croaked. I was having second thought
already but it was too late now, the action had begun.

I had trouble with this.  Firstly, couldn't believe a bloody schoolkid on
holiday had wormed twenty pounds out of the Chef from Hell. Christ, the guy
looked like Quasimodo on a bad hair day and had the attitude to
match. Secondly, how stupid did you have to be not to pay the guy back as
agreed. Paul must have had a death wish. Of course, there was the other
thing. He may have had a suspicion of my leanings as I dare say some did
but to front me up on a Friday nifght whilst I was alone... that was taking
some risk. All in all, he was either very self confident of his own ability
to get himself out of trouble of a complete idiot. Time would tell.

He came breezing back in having left the door on the latch, he had his
bathroom gear also some fresh clothing which was a relief. I had the
vaguest of ideas he was going to do a typical schooly and that was to bath
and then put his dirty gear back on. You might think I had a low opinion of
teenies but this is my current attitude, bear in mind I am writing the
story many years after the event.

'Hey, you've got a bath,' he shouted from the bathroom.

'Yeah,' I spoke more normally. 'Have a good shout, let the neighbours
know.' In fact, I had the only flat with a bath, the smaller flats all had
showers. There are pros and cons, bath shower, shower bath but no matter, I
had what came with the flat.

'Grumpy pants,' he laughed.

'Take your time,' I returned to my television. I weas so tempted to go in
and give him a hand in the broadest sense of the word but I was still
playing it safe. He could lead the way as I still wasn't too convinced, the
whole episode could be organised by my work mates although highly unlikely,
it could also be a trap set by the God Squad in the management offices
although this was just as unlikely.

'Whooo...' He burst into song as I settled down in front of the box. Why do
teenage boys all think they're red hot singers? Don't bother answering that
one.

I was on my second or third can when I heard the door open, I casually
looked up and stared. He was a pervo's wet dream standing still water
beaded from the bath with just his damp towel draped around his hips. I
have said he was slender and dark skinned what I didn't mention was that
wet and gleaming he was delicious. All my resolution crumbled there and
then, I had to have him come what may.

'You like?' He boldly did a slow turn displaying a perfect form, a narrow
waist, beautifully rounded belly and to complete an intruiging bulge front
and centre. I must admit I've always been attracted to two things on boys
other than the obvious and that's a smooth belly with a cute little belly
button and the small of the back. Odd or what?

'You putting some clothes on?' I retorted rather gruffly as I recall.

'Why? You're not dressed up and it's nearly bedtime anyway.'

'Up to you.' I shuffled up the sofa keeping a bit of distance but he only
sat a minute before laying on the carpet in front of the fire and wriggling
himself comfortable. This kid was a prick teaser supreme, His brown body
gleamed in the light of the fire and I even switched off the overhead light
as he sprawled looking up at me. 'Have you eaten?'

'Not what I want,' he licked his lips lavisciously.

'Slut,' I had to laugh. There was that sort of thing in the air. Although
the circumstances were strained and he was clearly intent on seducing me by
fair means of foul, I felt at home with him. Curious but there was one
thing I had to see. I knelt on the carpet alongside him and he smiled up at
me laying on his back.

'About time,' he murmured as I gently lifted the damp towel and spread it
either side of him exposing his slightly paler midriff with his teeny cock
jutting straight up his belly. It was fully hard with it's dark red glans
completely clear of his foreskin which had slipped back. I gently ran a
finger down it and it twitched.

'Not bad for a schooly,' I smiled and grasped it in my hand and he groaned
as I slowly worked the loose skin up and down slowly relishing the softness
and the warmth. I'm not into measurements but it was a healthy five inches
or so and perfectly suited to his slight body.

'You've got the touch,' he grabbed my wrist. 'Lie with me.'

I did. I removed my bathrobe and then lay alongside him holding him in my
arms as he turned inwards. We lay there in the warmth of the fire clasping
each other and exploring each other's bodies. His hands were on my hardness
which he softly manipulated and I got my hands on his tight little
arse. God it was glorious and I managed to feed two fingers into his
tightly clamped crack. 'You should have offered this to the Chef instead of
his money.'

'Yeuch,' he giggled and squirmed against me. 'If you want to go all the
way...' he whispered. 'You have to romance me, you have to kiss me.'

That was it, playtime was over. I spreadeagled him in front of the fire and
lay on him belly to belly with our erections squashed against each other
and sank my lips onto his. He was an animal, he groaned and wriggled under
me humping upwards and returning my kisses passionately and in the end we
did the slippery tongue tango. He rolled from under so that he was laying
on me and we went for a second bout but this time I was able to hold his
muscular little cheeks again and he pumped against me. Suddenly he stopped
and looked into my eyes.

'I don't owe any money, I just wanted a night with you.' His eyes dropped
and he lay his face on my neck with his lips fluttering on my skin.

'No matter,' I said after a moment curiously relieved. I grasped his hips
and pulled upwards. As his body slipped up mine I coaxed him into kneeling
astride my torso and he got the idea. He shuffled in closer so that his
penis was inches away from my mouth. I then clasped his bottom and pulled
him in.

'Peeeeet...' He sobbed as his hot cock slipped into my mouth and I gave it
the treatment, the tongue around the glans, the rim and the pee slit and
then the long swallow so that my lips were clamped on his shaft as he
slowly fucked into my mouth. All the time I stroked his soft bottom pulling
his cheeks apart and finally fingering his pucker which now had become
sweaty and slippery. On one of his thrusts I slipped one finger through his
tight hole and he froze on it moaning and then relaxed. He resumed his fuck
and I moved my finger in and out of his ring now relaxed and opening easily
as he pumped to and fro.

One thing was for sure and that was that this kid was no novice, he was
good and making all the right moves. He held my head lightly as he moved in
and out and I could taste his precum. As he moved in his tight arse clamped
on my finger and relaxed as he pulled out. After the initial litle flinch
he showed no discomfort and seemed to enjoy the finger moving inside him as
he fucked.

I knew he was going to cum as his balls were uptight to the base of his
cock and his belly tautened as I felt his slippery boy meat throb in my
mouth and then the bland, milky taste as his cum shot into he back of my
throat. I swallowed that and he pumped two further squirts which I rolled
around my mouth. I allowed some to trickle from my lips onto my fingers and
pulling him in tighter smeared his own juices between his cheeks as I
withdrew my finger from his hole.

'You dirty sod,' He giggled as he wriggled his sweet fanny back onto my
fingers.

'Move back,' I muttered.

He shuffled his knees back and as I held my own hardness upright I guided
him down until his cum smeared and oozing hole settled onto my drooling
glans. He tensed up and pulled a face but slowly lowered himself and I felt
my swollen glans open him up and sink into his heat.

'Aaaaah,' He gasped and after a bit of a wriggle he sank again taking in
another couple of inches. I was firmly lodged in his delicious heat and
tighness and grasping his hips thrust upwards. 'Jeez... Peter,' he moaned
and tried to pull free but I held onto him as he slowly settled onto my
groin as I moved up and down sheathing into his warmth. I took him onto his
side and with a shuffle of the legs got him onto his back and I was where I
liked to be, on top and thrusting downwards into a lover beneath me just as
I liked it. He wrapped his legs around my waist and his arms around my neck
and quite happily began to kiss and we exchanged hot breath as I took him
to the limit.

I had said I thought he was no newbie at this sort of thing but the full
frontal seemed to have caught him on the hop but he liked it. Whilst on top
he moved up and down as if enjoying my thick shaft parting his tautly
stretched buttocks and once we got down and dirty he clung to me hugging
and holding me in so tight I could barely move. However, I managerd. I
finished him off with a few teeth rarttling thrusts deep into his belly and
let go. I was proud of myself, going without for a while certainly made it
a cracker. I must have shot four or five meaty jets inside his clamped
bottom and he wriggled and moved up on me as I lay there with just my
pecker perking.

'Wow...' he looked up at me with a dopey grin on his handsome face. 'Were
you saving that for me?'

'I was saving it for someone who happened along,' I grinned. 'It happened
to be you.'

'Thanks, I think,' he lay back on his towel and I lay alongside stroking
his limp penis until I felt it twitch. I then cupped his balls and felt
them slide softly in their fluid as I massaged his sac. 'Keep this up and
I'll fu...' I put my finger on his lips.

'You talk too much,' I whispered. 'Do your bathroom biz then come to bed. I
want to see if you're any good.'

'Good?' He tottered to his feet. 'Me Tarzan,' he bent and arm and gave me a
pose but he had his own needs right then and one of them was to sit down
and dispose of my babies... unless he intended breeding of course. I turned
the television off and also the fire. Laying on my bed in the cooling room
I stared looking at the ceiling. Things had worked out better than I'd
expected, I just hoped it wasn't a one off. He was only there for a month
and if we watched what we were doing things should work out alright.

He returned after a while and stood looking at me and grinned. 'Where do I
sleep?'

'Don't be a dummy,' I moved over on the bed and he lay down alongside. We
got into a cuddle but nothing frantic you understand, we were both depleted
and needed some time to recover. Time for some answers.

'So the loan, the Head Chef, and all the rest of it was a pack of lies.?'

'Yeah, apart from the bit about fancying you and cooking up my little
scheme.'

'Well, it worked. I must be dopier than I thought.'

'You're not dopey, Petey. You saw something you wanted and tok the
chance. I'm not a gossip or an idiot, this night and whatever else happens
is between you and I.'

'Good.' What more was there to say.

'I might tell little David though. He'll be as jealous as hell.'

'You are joking I presume.'

'No I'm not. he laughed. 'He's game. I'm surprise you haven't spotted
it. He was up in my flat the other lunchtime and we did a little snog and a
bit of mutual.'

'You're joking.'

'You're repeating yourself. I kid you not, he's beautiful with his gear
off, he's like a twelve year old... Jeez, so smooth.'

'Mmmm...' I sniffed disbelievingly. The thought of young David in here as
well as Paul really got the pulse racing and my young lover boy spotted it
straight away.

'I thought I was going to top him but he bottled out,' he nuzzled at my
neck. 'I may ask him to sleepover for next weekend. Keep me company.'

'Is he allowed?'

'His mum's OK, I met her up the Store the other day and sorta dropped the
suggestion and she semed pretty laid back about it. Of course, young Dave
had to go and do a big cherry but I don't think she noticed.'

'Mum's notice everything.'

'Perhaps she wants him to spread his wings.'

'Spread his legs with you more like,' I laughed. 'Bear me in mind if you
score.' Jesus, I just had to say it, I could have bit my tongue off but it
was too late now.

'Treat me right and I'll work on it,' he grinned and then rolled onto his
side and lay on top of me, he was hard again and I knew exactly what was on
his mind as he rubbed up and down his hardness bring my semi stiffy to a
full blown erection. I grabbed his bum again, I couldn't get enough of the
smooth tightly muscled orbs and he seemed to like it. I wondered what it
would be like to hold the smaller and more boyish David like this and felt
my penis begin to dribble. 'Can I do you from the front, like you did me?'
He whispered.

'You're the boss,' I kissed his nose and opened my legs, once he slipped
inside I raised my knees and it was all down to him.

He grinned and knelt there wanking himself with my oil which he must have
found in the bathroom, he gave my exposed pucker the slighest of swipes
with his oily fingers and set to. He didn't mess around and to my mind he
proved himself to be totally gay. No messing around, no half hardon, no
embarassment he just got in and did it and in the process sealed his lips
to mine whilst he did so. He was damn good sex even for a kid, he knew how
to do it and I wondered how much experience he'd had.

'Pretty tight for an old man,' he grunted at one stage.

'Shut up,' I held his bottom tightly as he moved up and down. 'I pity poor
David.'

'He wants it,' he smiled confidently. 'He's a bit of a girl but won't admit
it.'

We'd see but David, sweet as he was, was incidental. Paul was the man of
the moment and he pummeled my arse like a maniac as he built upto his
climax.

'Come on...' I urged.

'Yes, yes, yes,' he ramed in for the last time and I felt his sixteen year
ol organ swell and pump, he was done. I lay there accepting his warm
squirts and wrapped my arms around his sweating body as he relaxed and
slipped free. 'Alright?'

I laughed. They always say that as if they need encouragement but I
followed the requirted formula. 'Great, you were great.' Well, it was true
and credit where credit's due or whatever the expression is. He was good
for me and it semed I was good for him. 'Go to sleep.' I slipped from the
bed and visited the bathroom and the poor child was nearly alseep when I
returned.

'We going to do it again?' He asked sleepily.

'In the morning,' I smuggled under the bedding into his smoothness and
warmth feeling his arms come around me. 'With the early morning
birdsong. It's romantic.'

'Tart,' he muttered. 'It'll be before that.'

He was right.



				  THE END


There will be a Part Two to this one involving David but I'm up to my
eyeballs in unfinished partworks so it may take a little time.

Hey ho! Back to 'The Sarah Jane Boys'... 'Jimbo and his Scooter' ... etc.

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