Date: Sun, 4 Nov 2007 07:55:54 EST
From: GCutter66@aol.com
Subject: Mick the Builder - 2

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.  The
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MICK THE BUILDER


Part 2


by


G. Cutter



Well, after a couple of days of heavy sex with Mick my arse was beginning
to feel like a horse collar not that I didn't like it. I was in love with
his superb body and his more than superb cock, I was a right slut, I
couldn't get enough. Thankfully a day or so later his pal returned to work
and that brought the romance to a shuddering halt but the work on the
extension perked up a bit. Later in the week I had to go with mum to a
meeting at the school regarding the trip to France one night, it was one of
those check the paperwork capers and mum had to kite a check for the
balance of the deal. So, my Micky was beginning to take a back seat in my
life, I suppose he could be classed as a brief affair, my first but
hopefully not my last now I had a taste for it .

I was looking forward to the trip, my first time in a foreign country
although France wasn't all that foreign really. According to my history
lessons most of it originally belonged to us anyway. Cop hold of that one,
Frogpersons.

The meeting was held in the evening for the parent's convenience and away I
went with mum, I didn't know who was going or how many although I didn't
think it was all that many and I was hoping it wasn't a load of nerds. I
had a massive load of experience both down my throat and up the other end
and I was hoping that I could find something to swag. Now how sad is that,
my first trip to a foreign field and all I could think about was naked
boys. Oh, yeah, the trip was for the Middle School only what is what they
rather grandly described the two thirteen year old forms and the two
fourteens. All rancid adolescents according to my measurements, there had
to be one who fancied sweet ol' moi. See, French coming through already
although I got that from a bloody Miss Piggy.

We managed to get there on time and mum immediately got into conversation
with another couple of mums and I cast the beadies around the assembled boy
meat. My evil little heart gave a leap when I saw Marky Mason across the
room looking lost, he was in my form and I remembered what Mick the builder
had said about him so naturally enough I did a crafty gravitate that
way. You know, that is where you shuffle across a room pretending not to, I
should have just walked over and said hello but he wasn't one of my
particular mates, none of them were coming.

'Hi, Marky. How goes it?' I bubbled or is it burbled.

'I'ts Mark. I was Marky in a previous life,' he stared at me straight
face. Great, a fuckin' poseur just what I needed.

'Sorry, Mark,' I managed to maintain a smile.

'Never mind, my childhood is behind me now,' He suddenly grinned. 'Whassup
Doc?'

'Ah.' I relaxed. 'How many coming from our class, any idea.'

'Just us two I think, these kids are mostly strangers to me, they're mainly
third year and Four B.'  We were in Four A just to confuse or clarify and
it looked like we were the only ones there.

'Ah well, not to worry,' I twittered on. 'I know most of the Four Bs by
sight.'

'Yeah, they're alright.' Now that was a commendation as twin classes in the
same age group always had an intense rivalry especially when we did joint
ventures like sports where we did combined sessions. 'I know a couple,
Freddy and Jimbo there.'

'I know Freddy, he lives around the corner from me.'

That was the sort of conversation it was, general and pretty meaningless
but all the same, we were talking. At last the meeting was called to order
and I retreated to my mum and he did to his. As I'd supected it was mainly
in the detail but it sounded good all the same. We'd be in a camp just like
in Friday the Thirteenth and hopefully there wouldn't be too many Jason's
popping up. Four to a cabin or dorm and the boys and girls split naturally
enough. Day trips here there and everywhere with stacks of communal stuff
all of which we could have done in England and a bloody sight cheaper but I
wasn't paying. I expect my parents thought it was worth it just to get rid
of me for a couple of weeks. The teacher who was running the show
introduced himself and read out a list of who was bunking with who (or
whom) and I was quite chuffed to see Mark was in my group as were the two
kids from Four B and better still it was just us four fourteen year olds in
that cabin or whatever they called them. We would be collected by a coach
at the school on Tuesday morning right in middle of the rush hour which
sounded about right.

That was it, a few more details and we broke up for the normal school tea
and biccies, all pretty standard but I managed to drag mum over to Mark and
his mum who were nearby. Me saying hello to Mark soon got the mums going
and we nattered on as most of the mum and boy groups seemed to be class
oriented.

'How's your holiday been?' I asked Mark as we looked out of the window onto
the darkened grounds leaving the mums to natter. He was nice by the way,
Mark. I'd never paid him a lot of heed before but as I was being thrust
into his company and knowing what I knew about him it could be a case of
get on with him or go without.

'Pretty boring,' he grizzled. 'All my mates seem to be doing the South of
France and Spain and here we are going to bloody Normandy.

'Better than a kick in the teeth, we can't all be rich.'

'I suppose' he laughed. 'I reckon we could always take some school work for
when it rains.'

'Yeah, right. We could always huddle under a blanket as well.' That was a
little tester by the way.

'Depends who you huddle with,' he smiled. 'The girls are in a different
hut.'

Have to be a boy then.' Now that was a risk but he didn't seem fussed, he
just laughed. It must have passed over his head or he wasn't paying much
heed. He was nice (I think I've said that), as dark as I was fair I
suppose. Nice dark green eyes with short hair that looked quite wiry,
hopefully I'd get a chance to feel it before the holiday was over. One
thing he did have and that was sort of bags under his eyes, he either read
too much or wanked too much, he was plain rather than good looking but he
had what I'd call pouty lips. I could see why Mick liked him, I bet he
kissed like sink plunger... grrrr!

'You got all this stuff,' he brandished a list of what we had to take with
us. Toothbrush, face flannel... what a load of tarts, mind you it was
probably the same list they handed out in the fifties. They'd have to add
cigarettes and lager for some of our thirteen year olds.

'Just about,' he grinned. 'Pyjamas. I haven't worn them since I was a kid.'
Now, that was a funny one coming from a fourteen year old but I wondered if
he slept commando, as for myself I just slept in my briefs or boxers, I
didn't even possess a pair of pyjamas.

'I hope our building is finished by the time I get back.' I steered the
conversation a bit as it seemed most of the mums were settled in for the
night and even going for more tea and leaving the kids to themselves.

'What building?' He pulled up a chair and I sat alongside him surveying the
throng or the nattering mob.

'We're having an extension stuuck on the house and it's going on and on,
now it's down to just two jobbers and the way they perform it could go on
forever.'

He looked at me and burst out laughing.

'What?' I was annoyed, what was so bloody funny about an extension.

'I saw Mick the other day,' he wiped his eyes. 'He said you might mention
him as a sort reference or something... you took your time getting around
to it.'

'Right,' I smiled slightly deflated. The prick knew all along and had let
me babble on. 'What did he say?'

'He said that you and I should get on well given the opportunity and we had
the same tastes,' he looked at me and deliberately ran the tip of his
tongue over his lip. 'If you know what I mean.'

'I hope so,' I grinned.

'Can I ask you a blatant and pretty rude question... very brutal, very
direct?'

'I dunno, I suppose so,' I looked at him and wondered what he was going to
ask as he shuffled his chair closer.

'Do you fancy me?' He avoided my eyes and looked across at the girls the
other side of the classroom.

'Yeah.' That one was easy.

'Good,' he looked at me again and he had a slight flush on his dark
face. 'Excellent,' he grinned. 'You're pretty tasty yourself.'

'I didn't say you were tasty, I just said I fancied you.' That one brought
a laugh. We stood up now the best of friends as the mums were looking about
ready to disperse.

'Wanna pop around tomorrow after lunch,' he produced a card which I
imagined was his father's with an address and phone number. 'My mum's out
working in one of the shops in Walton until six.'

'Love to. Around one?'

'Brill,' he grinned. 'It's a date.'

A date indeedy, my first date and I could see or sense that it was going to
end with a result. Mark was as keen on an adventure (to be couth) as I
was... we'd get on just fine.

Back home I spent time going through the list just checking that I had it
all, it finished up that the damn thing was so old I just ignored about a
quarter. Pyjamas and hankerchiefs... handkerchiefs for fuck's sake. My
mother thought that Mark was a nice boy which encouraged me, I don't think
she really appreciated that we were both intent on getting inside each
other knickers but ignorance is bliss or so they say. Another little
snippet was that the builders, Mick and his mate expected to be finished in
the middle of the week, the week we were away but no matter, I had his
address and phone number written down somewhere. I went to bed intent on
having a nice dream of Mick, Mark and myself in a threesome although I had
no idea what Mark looked like naked, it worked, even without manipulation I
woke up quite early with a puddle of cum in my belly button. The power of
suggestion really is amazing.

Before I left for Mark's I managed to grab Mick who was looking his normal
gorgeous self and quickly told him that I was visiting Mark without any
further comment but he got the message and wished me good luck. I'd liked
to have tucked in a final session with him but time was running out and
with his pal hanging around all the time it was out of the question. I had
a bug up my arse at the thought of the threesome all the same and I
mentioned. it. He came straight back and suggested Saturday afternoon which
showed that he had an interest at least. I said that I'd see if Mark was
interested and get back to him, the fall back plan was that we'd just have
a twosome if Mark was iffy, I couldn't care less really, I got a session
with big dick either way.

I rolled up at Mark's spot on one o'clock, it wasn't as hot as it had been
but still nice enough and tailor made for laying in a nice cool bedroom and
I really was eager to see what he looked like without his clothes. With the
dream I was beginning to fancy him more and more, how weird's that? In love
with a dream, Spooky, Surrey is one up on Eerie, Illinois I reckon.

'Hey bro,' Mark greeted me in what he imagined street talk to be.

'Orrite, mate,' I did the English version and followed him through the
house into the back garden snatching a cold can on the way. It was a bigger
place than mine and the garden was nicely enclosed. Leylandii running amok
but they keep nosey neighbours away. 'Nice and private, like a private
club.'

'Yeah, it's OK,' he replied carelessly. He clearly had other things on his
mind other than discussing the garden. 'How's the building?'

'How's the builder you mean,' I laughed. 'He's OK but forget him,
concentrate on me.'

'Bold,' he grinned and we subsided into a two seater swing things like you
see on American porches. They could make you seasick after a couple of
minutes but at least I got to sit thigh to thigh with my new buddy and as
we both wore shorts the bare leg gambit came into play. We did a gently
swing like a right pair of Nellies for a bit before his hand finally
drifted over to my bare leg and the rest was history as they often say. A
few moment we were at the shirts off stage and snuggling without actually
going mad. I kicked off the real action by nuzzling his neck and finally
kissing his jaw. To my absolute relief his head turned and we took our
first tentative kiss and our hands went to each others crotches, the dirty
work was about to kick off and all you can add to that statement
is... goody!

'Wanna go upstair?' He husked as he felt the oputline of my stiff organ
within my shorts. 'Get naked,' he added with a real dirty chuckle.

'Yeah,' I croaked. Of course I did, I wanted to get upstaired before I
honked up on his bloody swing.

He had a nice bedroom overlooking his garden and a reasonable sized bed, at
least it wasn't a child sized, it was the adult version like mine and
plenty of room for two boys. We lay side by side for a few moments but only
a few and then turned inwards and took another kiss and then some more. The
hands were in action and we managed to get the t-shirts off and did a bit
of slobber and kissy on smooth chests and then the shorts began to go down
exposing in both cases tight briefs packed with stiff meat. His lump was
nice, bigger than mine but I didn't care as I slowly peeled his underwear
off exposing his darker skinned sausage. It was indeed bigger than mine in
all respects, longer and fatter and he had a decent little pubic bush
perched on top. It twitched as I took my first little lick and he giggled
as I grabbed his firm young buttocks.

'Slow down, Randy,' he managed to get my bottom stuff off and immediately
ducked onto my jerking stiffy as we assumed the position... sixty niner
that was. We didn't rush, we didn't have to, we just did a gentle blow
still exporing one another's bodies with appropriate gropes and sucks and
not only to the penis. I felt him take my shrunken balls into his mouth and
bathe them in warm spit before he returned to my cock and his hands grasped
my bottom squeezing my little globes like they were party balloons, not
quite as big I hasten to add.

He had a nice firm and solid bottom and I really enjoyed clasping his
smooth buns and stroking his silken skin. I'd be in there later I was sure
of that, I might have to sacrifie myself first but I'm sure I would manage
and in fact the more I sucked his hard shaft the more I fancied it. It
would be nice to have sex with absolutely no pain at all, I was pretty sure
after Mick I could take Marky Mark quite easily and enjoy him. I could
already taste the blande flavour of pre cum oozing from his pee slit, he
was eager and so was I. I moved around on the bed so that we still gently
wrestled around and groped but we were back up face to face and kissing
again. He was a good kisser as well by the way, he was a bit of a surly
looking sod but when he got going he smiled a lot. Well, he was getting a
beautiful blonde boy, he was entitled to smile.

'Do me, Mark,' I whispered into his mouth. 'Nice and slow... we've got all
afternoon.'

'Then you do me afterwards,' he croaked avoiding my eyes. He was still a
little embarassed but that would pass after out first joining. He rolled me
onto my side and spooned up onto my back and I felt him fumble around and
then the feel of his slippery fingers on my pucker. No expensive lube for
this kiddy, he was going in on blue collar spit and that too suited. It was
back to Mick again, if we'd both handled his big dong then we could handle
each other without too much stress.

'Take it easy, I whinced as he pushed against my unyielding pucker, he was
far too dry in spite of recent experiences.

'Sorry,' he fiddled about and gave a shaky laugh. 'I've run out of spit.'

'For fuck's sake,' I groaned in frustration. Here I was begging for it and
he was acting like a big wuss.

'Sod it,' he cursed and I felt his face slip down my back and he prised my
buttocks apart and I felt his hot breath and then his tongue. Ah.. now that
was nice, I shoved my bum out and he lapped away and I felt the tip of his
tongue probe at my ring so it was just as well that I'd had a shower before
I came over.

'Try again,' I steeled myself once more.

This time I felt his swollen glans and it was dribbling just a bit slip
between my cheeks, locate my hole. There was a pressure and a jerk and I
opened up. I clasped the pillow as his oozing knob pushed past my sphincter
and into my bum and he sighed with relief and started to move. Excellent, I
sighed with satisfaction as he began to get in deeper and deeper and really
taking his time. I reached back and held his smooth thigh loosely as he put
his hands onto my hips and lifted me a little onto his thrusts. The
internal fluids you have inside you and don't ask about them kicked in and
it got easier. Yessss... that was better, I snuggled into the pillow as his
lips fluttered across my cheeks seeking mine. I craned my head around and
we swopped spit as he started to go deeper and harder.

The funny thing was that Mick had said even small cocks feel big once
they're inside you and Marky was no midget. He was as hard as a rock and it
was a decent sized boy cock, furthermore, he was good. He had it all off
pat, the kissing, the stroking and the little dig and twist at the end of
each movement so you could feel him right in deep, he was damn good sex for
a kid and I suspected or hoped I should say that we were going to have a
great time in France... all we needed was to find some privacy but we'd
face that problem when we got there.

'Go on, Marky. Go on...' I shoved my bum up, this was good, I could handle
this and I was enjoying it. The feel of his hot stiffness in me was a
different sensation to that of Mick with his huge lump, this was
comfortable and I could handle it nicely. 'Faster, faster...' I grunted
pushing up really hard.

'God, you are soooo tight,' he crooned. Music to my ears, sweet Mark. You
can do me again. I sniggered into the pillow and savoured the feel of his
now well lubricated cock slipping in and out of my little hole. I was as
hard as a rock myself and begging my body not to cum, I wanted to take
Mark's sweet arse and then we could start all over again.

He pulled me up into a proper doggy position and then kneeling behind me
really went for it. He slammed into me tweaking my nipples and smoothing my
chest right to the end. Finally, he lay on me and I felt his cock jerk and
throb and then his fluid squirted into me in warm squirts and he was
done. I pushed back on his spunk coated cock and he groaned and furiously
kissed the back of my neck as he slowly moved in and out on his own mess.

'Good?' I flopped flat onto my belly sliding off his wilting penis.

'Brill,' he lay on me and I felt his soft and now relaxed cock nestle in my
crack. 'Fuckin' brilliant.'

I rolled again and we finished up laying on our side facing each other as
he grasped my own erection and worked it too and fro. 'It grows well,' he
grinned.

'I should hope so.' OK, so I wasn't the biggest cock on the block but it
worked and my squirts seemed to be getting bigger and meatier, maybe the
use it was getting lately helped. Mark's was nice though, as I fondled the
tacky lump I felt it begin to harden up again, the guy was a bloody
rabbit. 'Roll over,' I felt my voice thick in my throat, I was getting
hotter, I needed to be in his tight arse and shagging.

'Don't go mad,' he warned me and rolled over so that he was facing away and
then rolled onto his belly and parted his legs. I had a full frontal in
mind but this would do, I hadn't got the time or the inclination for a
chat. I knelt between his legs and parted them even more gazing at his
beautifully and totally flawless bottom. He was darker skinned than I was
and than made it all the nicer. As I rubbed my exposed glans down his crack
his cheeks twitched as he automatically flexed and then conciously relaxed.

'Relax, I crooned as I bent over and licked up his crack parting his cheeks
and probing for his cherry. I got there and coated it with saliva relishing
in his funky smell and his smooth skin. He wriggled and pushed his bottom
up onto my lapping and reached around himself grasping each cheek pulling
them apart totally exposing his dark brown pucker, I could even see the red
inner flesh.

'Go for it, Pete. Now.'

I didn't linger. I positioned myself and pushed in. I entered him
effortlessly and certainly smoother than he had done with me, then again I
was smaller but I made him feel it as I pushed in. I slipped out and then
pushed in again until I had a regular movement going and my groin was
tightly against him and my belly nestled in the small of his back.

'Yeah,' I whispered as I felt my erection sheathed in his warm flesh and he
clamped on me. 'Nice,' I began to move to and fro, I couldn't hang about. I
wanted to cum and desperately so. I was shagging like a rabbit in no time
flat and he pushed up onto me obviously not too worried about my assault,
in fact, he kept urging me to go harder and fast. I did just that until
sweat was dripping off me and I was shagging his sweet bottom. For such a
butch kid he bottomed well, a bit like Mick I suppose. Versatility is the
word I was looking for. Nothing like a bit of versatility, the best of both
worlds as they say. I finished up in a flurry of deep and hard digs and
felt myself go in a series of hot squirts and spurts until I collapsed on
his broad back.

'Cor, you cum a lot,' he made me laugh as I moved in and out softening
until I slid free.

'Must be your fine derriere.'

'Nice arse as well,' he laughed. 'We go well together, Pete,' he looked at
me and smiled shyly.

'We do,' I agreed and pulled him closer for a nice soft kiss. 'Should be a
good holiday.'

'Shagging all the way?'

'Sounds good,' I laughed. 'Who knows what the next couple of weeks will
bring.'

'For Team Hersham.'

'Sex Team Hersham.'

'Sounds even better,' he laughed. 'I'm getting hard again,' he whined and
gave me a little smile.

'Come on then,' I lay on my back this time and raised my knees exposing my
cum filled hole probably still oozy but that was his problem. It didn't
seem to slow him down all the same, if anything it made him even hornier.

Another night with a sore bum but not as bad as 'apres Mick' and talking
about him I told Mark what I'd fixed up.  We then made arrangements to
visit Mick's place after lunch on Saturday. A busy football afternoon but I
doubt we'd be watching very much of that particular sport. We'd make our
own fun.

The next day was a flurry of getting ready which for me was sorting our
clean knickers, sox and all the gear required. Anyone who has been to a
school camp will know how it goes. You finish up with a mountain of gear on
your bed and wonder whether to try for a backpack, a case or hire a
lorry. My dad came in handy (for once), he came in and started throwing
things away... you won't need this, you won't need that, etc etc. In the
end I managed to get it all in a huge rucksack he had from his camping days
and I was set. I had a night's mediocre televsion to look forward to, the
meeting with Mark followed by a visit to Mick's for the Saturday and then a
couple of days in limbo. Tuesday was the big day, I was all paid up, had my
documentation fixed and was more or less ready to go.

Pontorson beckoned. I got on my dad's computer and did a search which
wasn't a lot of use but it seemed OK. According to the folder I had from
the school we would be visiting Le Monte St-Michel and the surrounding
countryside. We would also be taking the vans to the beaches where they did
the Normandy Landings which were some distance. trips to museums, a couple
of quite famous chateaus and a place that sounded like Wally World.

>From the papers I saw that Mark and I plus the other fourth formers,
Freddy and Jimbo had Cabin Ten and I wondered how many cabins there
were. There were twenty in our group and eight of them were girls who were
split into two cabins, the remainder of the boys were also split four to a
cabin which was nice. Four bodies in six berthers gave everyone stacks of
room I suppose. One thing did cross my mind and that was sex not
surprisingly. As I'd said Freddy and Jimbo were in our twin class and I
knew them both but not very well... what if? Yeah, what if? Two weeks was a
long time and anything could happen in a cabin, you could get cabin fever,
you could get cabin sex... who knows.

 Saturday morning I was hopping around like a cat on a hot tin
poof... Sorry, Freudian slip there, I meant a hot tin roof. I'd carried out
my tasks to mum's satisfaction and had been paid my weekly pocket money. I
was getting an extra bonus payment to cover the away fortnight but wisely
mum was hanging onto that until the day. Midday arrived and I was up and
away to meet Mark outside the church by The Green, from there we would walk
around Micky's and play it by ear. I'd told mum I was visiting and had been
given a seven o'clock deadline for our evening meal. I'd liked to have
organised a sleepover but now was not to time to start playing silly
buggers being so close to the trip to Frogland. That was a fortnight away
with hormone oozing boys and I didn't want to cock that up, a fortnight
doing anything and everything a young male could come up with. I was still
brooding on Freddy and Jimbo by the way but as we were sharing this cabin
which had it's own built in bathroom we had to make some sort of contact of
the fleshy kind. I was a great believer in good things happening to good
people and I was a good boy, Mick said so.

I rolled up at the Church in my tatty washed out jeans and a skimpy t-shirt
and was pleased to see that Marky was dressed the same, the difference
being I had a baseball cap on. He was looking moody and sulky but I think
he overdid the Marlon Brando at times. Nice arse all the same and he did
manage a grin when I arrived.

'Fit?' I gave him a smirk wishing I could stick my tongue down his throat
there and then.

'I was born fit,' he growled and we started walking. Great, he was in a
film noir mood, just what I needed (like a bad case of foot and mouth). In
fact, he was quite funny, he didn't realise it, he did all this roughy
toughy bit but he was so sweet I could eat him. Think about that one.

We rolled up at Mick's place fifteen minutes later, we'd had a chat on the
way and hadn't quite decided what we were going to do. I suppose at the end
of the day it was down to Micky, it was his place after all and he greeted
us as we went in. It was pretty obvious where his priorities lay, he was
barefooted and pretty much bare everywhere else apart from a pair of tighty
white shorts or they may even have been underwear. He may as well have been
naked, the curl of his flaccid cock was clearly outlined as was his tight
little boy bum, as usual he was a vision.

'So, guys,' he started as we sat down in his small living roon. 'All ready
for the French trip?'

'Yeah,' Mark replied. 'Got a cabin with another couple of fourteen year
olds... just the four of us.'

'Know them? Carnally I mean?' Mick grinned.

'No,' I felt my voice break into a squeak. 'They're look alright though.'

'You'll score assuming they're that way inclined,' Mick laughed. 'Boys will
be boys especially when they get bored.'

'Yeah,' Mark replied looking at me and smiling. I expected he wondered
where we were going with this threesome, sitting around drinking Fantas was
nice but not very exciting.

'Well...' Mick looked at us both as if we were a couple of joints in the
butchers. 'Seeing you are the visitors wrecking my Saturday afternoon how's
about coming in the other room and giving me a show.' Well, that was one
way of putting it but it got us going.

'What sort of show?' Mark looked nervous and I don't know why, he knew what
we'd come for.

'Maybe a striptease, oil up, snog and one shags the other... a living film
for your old pal,' Mick grinned. 'I'll assist... just pretend I'm not
there,' he laughed. Ignoring him would be a problem, his big dick was
filling out already and was perfectly visible in his tight shorts.

'What about visitors?' I asked.

'The door will not be getting answered,' he assured us. 'I'm not expecting
anyone anyway. Come on kids, let's go.' He stood up and laughed. He knew he
had us by the balls, we both wanted him but he was going to have his pound
of flesh, he wanted a little pervy show so we may as well get on with it.

'Come on, Mark.' I grabbed my pal, we were off. He liked playing the actor
he could be the juvenile lead in this one. 'Pretend you're Brad Pitt in
Cutting Class.'

'Never heard of it,' he looked interested. I guess the sometime sulky Brad
was one of his idols.

'Brad's first and youngest film, he was abso-bloody-lutely gorgeous.'

One of my favourites,' Mick spoke behind us. 'I have a copy on my
computer. As you say he's a beauty all sweaty and shiny.'  He flung open
the door of his bedroom and ushered us in. The curtains were drawn and
there was a big blue coverall on the bed which looked a bit like plastic
but when I touched it, it was soft and warm unlike you would expect plastic
to be. 'Waterproof and handles oil,' Mick informed us proudly and produced
a large bottle of clear oil labelled as Bodybuilder's Gleam. It sounded
like something for the furniture or kitchen but I guessed it was for us
however Mark had taken his instructions to heart and grabbed me sticking
his lips onto mine with loads of enthusiasm... what was a poor girl to do?
I wrapped my arms around him and fell onto the bed with him ontop. Mick
giggled and subsided into the bedroom's only chair. We went through the
obligatory kissing sessionand gradually got naked with Mick sitting there
enjoying the show.

Once naked we got into the 'I sucked him and he sucked me' stage and this
is when Mick sprang into action. He got up and his cock was by now really
stretched but he didn't leap on us. He uncapped the bottle of oil and
sloshed it over us like he was some sort of chef. The stuff smelled nice
and was so slippery and Mark and I went into Greek wrestler mode rolling
around on the big bed getting well oiled up and really going for the dicks
and bums. I was so bloody horny it hurt. Mark's tough young body was such a
turn on and Mick standing there watching was even more so.

All the same I had wants and this oil was terrific. I let Mark pin me to
the bed although I could had slid free any time I wanted and waited to see
what he'd do. What he did was to slide his erection between my legs and
then hoisted then up exposing my bottom.

'Go for it, Mark,' Mick ordered.

Mark did his usual bit gently gently spreading me and forcing my knees back
to my chest and then ran his swolled knob up and down over my pucker
teasing and driving me mad as he gave a couple of pushes dead centre
without actually opening me up. 'Ready,' he rubbed his face against
mine. 'You want Marky's cock?'

'Come on,' I cried out in frustration and held his organ against my a-hole
and let him move in. 'Aaaaah...' I felt my pucker open and wrap itself
around his cock as he just slid inside as easy as penetrating a well used
hole can be. The oil was so slippery he had trouble keeping it in but after
a couple of shoves he was seated in well and just laying there enjoying the
feel of my body encasing his cock I suspect.

'Nice,' he hissed and moved gently to and fro without really fucking but I
had other things to worry about. Mick had dropped his shorts and his
humoungous cock was waving above my mouth. I grasped it with my oily hands
and guided it down taking the massive glans into my mouth. I'd sussed out
Mick's master plan now and I'd guessed that as Mark did me Micky was going
to take Mark but not quite yet.

As I've said the oil was brill but the problem was Mark was having
touble. He'd lost traction to be blunt and as he shafted me he was slipping
all over the place and actually slid out twice and rammed in again. I was
getting a repeat of the initial broaching and my arse felt like a pudding,
a rice pudding for the interested. I'd be a wreck my nightfall especially
if Mick got anywhere near me or my bum to be more precise.

Anyway, there I was with Mark shagging away and Micky slipping his big
cockend into my mouth when Mick made his next move.

He left me suddenly and was behind Mark. Mark let out a yelp and I felt his
cock twitch inside me. This was followed by a groan and I felt the weight
of both of them on me then Mark's lips were on mine and he was moaning and
groaning into my mouth. As he shagged me Micky had mounted him and was
giving him a good shagging. I was as hard as an iron bar and Mark's belly
rubbing up and down on it was going to make it pop so I covered it with my
hand. If I was going to spunk it wasn't going to be all over my belly, I
could think of better places.

'Aw, Jeez...' I heard Mark say and then felt Mick's hands reach around and
grab my hips bonding us together as one. Mark's stiff prick seemed to
finish up between my lungs and even with Micky deep inside him he continued
to root away. My bum was wrecked.

Poor ol' Marky suffered, he was stuck up me and Mick was stuck up him... I
was the dummy I had the weight of both of them on me and the bloody oil had
us slipping and sliding all over the place. It was good all the same and
after a lot of effort and sweat I felt Mark ram into me and let go, he did
what felt like a huge cum and as I dropped my legs I heard Mick give a yell
which he cut off and then he rammed Mark onto me and I felt Mark
shudder... he was being spunked and after that the action slowed down a
bit.

Mick was the first to withdraw and then Mark but I'd managed to save my
cum, I had a full magazine of sperm and I shoved Mark onto his belly and
took him in one swift thrust. Mick laughed and lay alongside us as I
shagged Mark's slippery and spunk dribbling hole. It was damn hard work but
I was so horny I came in the end and it was a goody or, at least, one of my
best.

Mark just lay there totally shagged under me and I lay on top. The oil idea
was good in principle but a disaster in practice, then again, it might have
been OK with two but three made for a disaster... fun all the same.

'You'll have to let us have some of that stuff,' I spoke to Mick. Great for
starters... in moderation that is.'

'I've got some small bottles somewhere,' Mick looked at me and smiled. To
my amazement he had slowly wanked his big dick to almost hard, his foreskin
had withdrawn and his big purple glans gleamed in the weak afternoon
sunlight. He grabbed my hand and tugged and I slid off Mark like a fish on
a slab, Mick's arms encircled me and he held me tightly. Mark gave a wan
smile and moved out of the way, he'd had enough I expect.

'You can't,' I looked at Mick and laughed. 'You ain't Superman.'

'Watch me,' he stared at me and slid me into the centre of the bed and
pulled me into a doggy pose.

'Jeez... you're dripping,' Mark giggled after a quickl peep at my back end.

'That's your bloody fault,' I snapped and dropped onto my belly attempting
to roll over and escape Mick's slippery grip but he held me up and I felt
his massive oiled joint nudge between my cheeks and push. After that I
accepted that fate that was supposed to be worse than death. You could have
fooled me, it might be messy and Mick did feel like he was feeding a huge
salami into your gut but once Mark got in closer and started with the
stroking and kissing it was alright.

'Alright,' Mick paused with his hard shaft well and truly in and his groin
mashed onto my messy bottom.

'Don't stop,' I dropped my head onto my arms and looked sideways to find
Mark's face inches away.

'Coming around tomorrow?' he whispered.

I just grinned, didn't know if he meant here or his place but I didn't
care. Mick had started.


			     To be completed.


This one will probably take a couple or three weeks to complete as I need
to get on with 'Addlestone Boys' and 'Oskar and Tommy' which I've neglected
a bit.  MixPix1 is a list of character pictures which go with some of my
stories and may be obtained from...

GCutter66@aol.com