Date: Sat, 5 Jan 2008 13:49:44 +0000
From: G Cutter <gcutter66@gmail.com>
Subject: ROYAL NAVY CAPERS: PORTSMOUTH CAPERS - 2

WARNING: This story is homoerotic in content. This means that it may and
probably will involve male on male sex of various ages. If this sort of
thing offends you then what the hell are you doing reading Nifty/Gay. Also
note that my characters do not wear condoms and that is because they are
FICTIONAL. You must be above the Age of Consent in your particular area of
the planet to read this sort of stuff or allow minors access but you knew
that anyway.

These are stories of youth and boys and once again they are FICTIONAL.

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I FORGOT ABOUT THIS ONE AND HAVE JUST GOT BACK INTO IT. THERE WILL BE A
PART 3 WITHIN TWO WEEKS TO ROUND IT OFF

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PORTSMOUTH CAPERS



PART 2



by



G. Cutter



Hi. I hope you read the Part One to this story, it was written by Mick
Thomas by the way. He invited me to write the second half of the story and
just to set the record straight I agreed. He had me saying certain things
and made certain assumptions that need correcting. I'm Jim Hilton by the
way, the 'stray' he picked up in the Club.

Firstly, I really did lose my money and was in dire doo doo at the time he
arrived, so, that's that. Secondly, I knew as soon as he sat down he was on
the trawl, I wasn't that thick that I didn't recognise being chatted up. At
the end of the day, he saved my life for which I was grateful and I think I
showed that, he also turned what was a nightmare into a very pleasant short
stay at his rather scruffy basement flat. Finally, little Lee was right
about those steps, I nearly broke my leg either falling down or tripping
up.

On with the tale.

Young Lee didn't leave until late Saturday afternoon and he would have even
returned in the evening but he was going to a birthday party so we took
second place to that. I suppose jellies and sticky buns held more
appeal. Before he left we did another threeway with him playing the meat in
the sandwich again which he seemed to like although when Mick was at the
toilet he did say he'd like to have some 'private time' with me and me
alone. Some 'proper sex' as he put it, what he wanted as he explained with
loads of giggling was to give me babies. Funnily enough I found the thought
of a fourteen year old smoothy vaguely Oriental type shagging me quite a
turn on, I must be getting really sad. He told Mick that if the invite was
firm he could quite easily get an overnight pass from his parents for both
the coming Saturday and the Sunday which I thought was a bit odd but I
assumed he knew what he was talking about.

After he'd gone on the Saturday we did do some decorating and I did mine in
my boxers as it was warm enough and I knew that Micky couldn't resist
dragging me off to bed and I was right. TV in the evening and a night's sex
again... it could have been boring but it wasn't. I had the chance to pig
out and I did, I was liberated or I was in this little flat now smelling of
paint and emulsion. I diodn't care it was fun and made a nice break from
that fuckin' Barracks. At the end of it all I left at the crack of dawn on
Monday to return to Barracks and on a firm promise to return for a weekend
which as far as I was concerned would start the moment I walked out of the
gates on the coming Saturday at midday.

Keith had phoned over the weekend and was due back in town the same
Saturday morning and as we knew each other casually through our office work
he seemed pleased enough that I had turned out 'trumps' as he put it. The
one fly in the ointment was that I had virtually promised to bring this
Dave character with me. Dave was another Junior Seaman and we'd shared a
wank or as Micky put it, we'd mutually masturbated, same thing.

I wasn't quite sure how David would react to the invitation, it wasn't as
if we'd indulged in full scale sex and one wank doesn't make a romance
especially with predatory sixteen year olds. I still remember the kid who
had taken my cherry and I thought that had been love... silly me. He just
wanted a quick fuck and I was it, I'd be a bit more cautious in the future.

The other thing about Dave was that I didn't really want him to come. I
wanted at least one full night in all on my ownsome with the rather exotic
Lee brat. I was in lust with his dark brown eyes, his sexy black hair, so
thick and luxurious when you ran your hands through it. His smooth boyish
body, his tight little super smooth bum and his four inch uncircumcised
willy with an unusually large knob. Extraordinary thing, I could have
played with it all night, now is that sick or what? I could have eaten him
let alone fuck him. He was like a slender and smooth little doll and I
could have played with him all weekend, I didn't need the others.  The fact
that he seemed to be a rampant sex maniac was a problem but I was sure love
would conquer all. Christ, I popped a stiffy every time I thought of his
small mouth sucking my dick or his tight little bottom clamped on my
hardness... see, there I go again.

The humdrum of office routine got me through Monday and Tuesday and on
Wednesday I actually chatted up Dave without really knowing how to go about
it. The end of that was that he just didn't want to know. As soon as I
mentioned our little adventure he clammed up and as soon as I mentioned a
weekend together he told me he wasn't into that sort of thing. End of story
there, anyway, I was quite pleased.

I suppose there was one other option and out of gratitude and loyalty to
Micky and to a lesser extent Keithy I felt bound to go for it. There was
Junior Cook in the Cafeteria who seemed to have eyes only for me. I know it
sounds conceited but this kid and he was short stuff, really made a deal of
giving me a good helping of whatever they had and actually sat at our table
on a couple of occasions. One of the other lads had commented that the boy
had a crush on me and he may have been right. How to get to chat to him was
a problem as generally chefs and seamen don't mix. Mind you nor do
signalmen and seamen and look at what had happened over the weekend and
Mick was a Leading Signalman and Leading Hands of any branch rarely speak
to Juniors. Go to bed with them though I thought with a bit of a giggle.

I was getting a bit pissed off with the whole thing as I'd promised to
phone Mick and let him know how things were going. It was Wednesday evening
and I wandered into the almost deserted cafeteria for the normally abyssmal
supper and my little man was dishing out liver or whatever crap they'd come
up with. Needless to say I got a huge piece and settled on a table not too
far from the servery. God was on my side, ten minutes later he wandered out
with a mug of tea and his own supper and predictably seeing me on my own
beetled over and plonked himself down alongside.

'How's it going, Jim?'

'Fine,' I looked at him, he knew my name but I didn't know his. C. Clarke
the nametag said on his shirt. 'What's that?' I waved my fork, 'Colin,
Charles.'

'Carlton,' he blushed slightly. 'Carl they call me though, I hate Carlton.'
All this came out in one breath.

'Don't blame you, Carl, my boy.' I could just about get away with that, he
was shorter and smaller than I was and looked to be younger. He was also
rather nice in a scruffy sort of way. Don't get me wrong, I'm not a class
act and I expect Carl was around the same, both sons of the soil,
bluecollars or oiks in common parlance.

We nattered on about this and that but I did most of the listening. One
good thing was that he was in the same watch as myself which meant he had
the same leaves, logically he had the same weekend - Saturday noon until
Monday morning but 11 o'clock not the 8 o'clock hassle. So far so good. In
fact, we were both on duty right now, naturally enough he did his in the
servery and I had a couple of fire musters to attend. I also found out we
were in adjoining messdecks. He must have been surprised I was spending
time with him, I normally ignored him but the more he chatted the more I
liked him. I imagined him in the same poses I imagined Lee and felt my
groin warm up, the shrimp was turning me on.

I finish in an hour,' he sighed. 'Gotta be up at six though, do the
breakfasts.'

'You should come into our mess and have a game of cards, I've got a load of
old paperbacks...' I just spouted the first thing that came into my
head. Mr Dick was beginning to take charge again. If there was the
slightest chance of a bit of a fumble I was game, there was absolutely no
privacy in barracks but I'm sure there was somewhere to get into a
huddle. How's about that for wishful thinking, I didn't even know if he was
on the same wavelength as I was.

'I gotta have a shower first,' he smiled. 'I stink.'

'No you don't,' I tried a limp bit of charm. He did, in fact, but it was a
kitcheny smell, nothing personal. 'Yeah, I could use a shower as well,' I
remarked.

'Ah, a date in the showers,' he did a very becoming giggle and I felt his
leg under the table briefly knock against mine and then it was back again
pressing against mine. I returned the gentle pressure and so did
he. Gotcha.

'About eight fifteen,' I spoke quietly and gently rubbed my leg against his
casting my eyes around to see that no one was taking a blind bit of notice.

'Eight fifteen precisely,' his leg pressed hard against mine, this time
there was absoluutely no doubt.

I just nodded and took my leg away from his but not before another quick
rub just like some demented insect broadcasting it's love with it's
antenna.

'See you,' he smiled at me and standing grabbed his tray. He stood for a
moment facing me and I saw what he wanted me to see, his boy sized log
faintly outlined down the front of his inside leg.

'Eight fifteen,' I smiled. He was dishy, I'd convinced myself.

I got rid of my tray and utensils rushing back to the mess which was more
or less deserted being the middle of the week. Most of the lads would be in
the communal television room or at the barracks cinema, the rest other than
the duty guys would be ashore. Just about as empty as it gets.

The big bathrooms were situated in the centre of the block so two big
messes shared the place, that was my mess and Carl's, very handy, I had
seen chefs in there obvious in their whites but never realised he was
included in the same mob as there were people all over the place. Anyway, I
stripped off at my bed and locker and at the appointed time walked out
wearing my towel around my waist my flip flops and clutching flannel and
soap. The thing that made my rather risky plan workable was that the
showers were enclosed. It was an old building and the new open plan showers
didn't exist, this place had the old type things with a cowboy bar door, a
little lobby and then the shower. It was worth a chance. I hung my towel
over the door to indicate the unit was in use which was common enough
practice and stood at a handbasin naked idly washing my hands and waiting
on Carl. Maybe his idea was that he just wanted a mutual viewing... show me
yours and you can see mine sort of thing but I was after much more. We were
the only two in the place after all and that made things even easier.

He came in attired as I had been and stood about two basins away from me I
jerked my head at the end cubicle, the one with my towel draped over the
door. He looked surprised for a moment and then nervous.

'No one will come in at this time of night,' I spoke quietly.

'Jimmy,' he gave a little whinge.

'Chance of a lifetime,' I walked over to the shower totally nude, I was
fully aware of his eyes following my naked body, Could he resist the
challege... no way. I was in and fine tuning the water when he scurried in
and shut the door behind him, he was beet red and shaking like a leaf until
I tugged his towel off him and looked. I looked and looked again, he was
perfectly formed if much shorter than myself and his limp cock hung heavily
engorged with blood but not yet up to rising. I'd soon change that. I
managed to stop him flinging his towel over the door with mine, two towels
for one shower could look a bit suspcious. I then guided him into the warm
water and hugged him.

As all the good stories say; he melted into my arms and I think we probably
spent the next five minutes exploring each other's bodies and eventually
getting to the soapy bit. By the end of it we were both as stiff as pokers
and ready for a bit more than exploration.

He went to say something but I pressed my finger to his lips, he grinned
taking the point and sexily sucked my finger as I probed into his mouth, my
other hand had trapped both erections and was slowly moving them to and fro
in my soapy grip.

I ran my hands up and down his back slipping them over his tight little boy
bottom and as much as I could have fucked him on the spot I didn't even
try, this wasn't the time or the place. He moaned and clung to me and more
or less copied me, his soapy hands moved over me and I felt him clasp my
bottom so he seemed to be versatile which suited me fine, I'd gotten a
taste for two way. In the cafeteria he'd looked attractive even in those
grotty whites the chefs wear but naked and wet under a shower, he was a
vision, I was so hard I could have cum on the spot.

'Keep this up and I'm gonna cum,' he whispered.

'Ditto,' I whispered back and moved my hand faster this time I had hold of
his and he had mine, back to the old mutual masturbation, the subtle
difference we weren't admiring each other we were serving each other.

'Faster,' he croaked and I wanked him furiously, I could feel he was about
to cum and he did. Long ropey jets of thick juicy boy cum splattered on my
belly and legs and he just wilted like a dead flower.

Jeez, I had room to talk, right on the edge I put my hands on his waist as
he finished me off and I repaid the favour. Long slippery strands of white
spunk splashed over his cock and balls and then smeared as we hugged
tightly in the warm downpour.

For the coup de grace I held his head and brought my lips to his. His eyes
opened wide in surprise but he returned the kiss and I felt his hands on my
bottom again bringing us tightly together once more. More kissing, more
soaping and then a rinse off. A final lingering kiss and we were done.

'Come in and see me in a bit, we can have a game of cards,' I looked at
him, 'And a long chat.'

'OK,' He smiled at me and gave me a final little kiss on the nose. 'We
gonna do something like that again?' He looked rather anxious and I thought
he might have me down as one of those cut and runners but no way.

'Many times,' I whispered. 'If there's anyone out there I'll give a load of
coughing, if it's clear I'll poke my head in and tell you.'

'OK,' he nodded but I could see his nervousness was back. Quite rightly,
this was the dangerous bit.

I was relieved to see the place was still deserted . 'See you in a bit
Carl,' I shouted out and left him to it.

Back in my mess I got a track suit on and sat on my bed keeping an eye open
for him coming in the door. We had the makings for tea by the old stove so
I managed to muster up two mugs of pretty rancid tea but it was warm and
better than nothing. Sure enough ten minutes later he walken in and looked
around, sighting me he walked over with a big grin on his face. We both sat
up on my bed like a pair of kids sucking on this foul tea. Now was the time
for some very serious chat.

'So, Carl...'

'So?' he smiled at me.

'How would you like to spend a night with me and get all romantic?'

'What, like all the way romatic you mean?'

'Exactly.'

'Dunno,' he smiled warily and sipped his tea. 'I've never done the whole
deal, you know the...'

'Sex?'

'Yeah... in a nutshell.'

'Do you get the same deal of an afternoon off after a late duty?'

'Yeah, we can leave barracks at midday tomorrow.'

'What if I could get a bedroom, a civilian bedroom?'

'What, a hotel sorta thing?'

'No something more private.' I started to tell him about my Saturday night
from losing my money to Micky and then about little Lee and he sat and
listened and watched and listened as if I was spinning an old sea tale.

'This is a Leading Signalman from this barracks?'

'Yeah. You know him?'

'No. I may know him by sight but his name doesn't register,' he gave me a
shrew look. 'What does he get out of helping us presuming he wants to that
is?'

'I know exactly what he'd want,' I gave another speech. I told him that
Mick's pal Keith was back in town on the Saturday, that Lee would be
turning up and staying for both nights and that basically although we may
get a night to ourselves and maybe have the use of Lee for the Saturday
night we were in for a hell of a payment and it would be in our
bodies. Neither Mick nor Keith were going to pass up two young sixteen year
old Juniors be they seamen or chefs.

'They're both pretty young these two. Mick and this Keith?'

'Yeah, twenty two and nineteen.'

'And you reckon you could swing us tomorrow afternoon or night and maybe
Saturday with the kid but it would be payback time Sunday and we'd be doing
the paying, we'd be sort of settling our tab.'

'Exactly.'

'Needs thinking about,' he smiled. 'I'd love a night all naked in a proper
bed, with you... grrr!  And I suppose we could always go sick on the Sunday
morning.'

'I never thought of that one,' I grinned. 'But I wouldn't want to pass up a
night with a rather tasty fourteen year old.'

'Nor would I,' he giggled. 'This is all so incredible, it's like a brothel
crossed with musical chairs.'

'Well put, I'll have to phone Mick tomorrow morning,' I looked at him. Say
yes, I want to stay a night with you and do everything we want to.'

'We?' He looked at me and smiled. He looked around and the only other two
in the mess were down the far end. His foot touched mine and he
pressed. 'We both score tomorrow night?'

'Wouldn't have it any other way.'

'Nor would I,' he gave what was supposed to be a wolfish grin but he looked
a bit like a manic squirrel. Never mind, he was hooked, he wanted me just
as much as I wanted him.

Shortly after that we split, he to his bed and me to mind, we both knew
what we would have preferred and if Mick came through we'd be getting it
the following afternoon or evening.

The crunch came at our tea break the following morning. I phoned Mick and
gave him the 'bad' news about Dave, funnily enough Mick didn't seem too put
out and then I sprang Carl on him. I got a bit of a cross examination and
gave him the ins and outs of our budding relationship so far and our wants
and needs. Yet again he seemed to take it all in his stride and proposed a
deal but this was very much a take it or leave it deal.

Carl and myself could have the use of the bedroom for the night and that
was tonight, we could also have the use of the bedroom complete with Lee
and this was dependent on Lee's agreement on Saturday but Sunday things
changed. He said he might even go to London to meet Keith and stay the
night which would work out fine. That would leave me responsible for the
flat and the other two boys but it would give us privacy. He and Keithy
would return to Portsmouth early Sunday morning. As rental for the Thursday
and Saturday nights both myself and Carl had to act as slaves for the
Sunday and the Sunday night.

It all sounded complicated and I needed a bit of time to get my head around
it. Thursday night privacy with Carl... right. Saturday night in charge of
Carl and Lee on my own... right. Sunday night Carl and myself playing some
sort of slave game for Mick and his buddy... right, I think. I got that lot
fixed in my mind and just hoped Carl bought it as well. I was quite happy
with it all but I knew Mick and Lee and I had a slight knowledge of Keith.

I asked him how serious and how far the slavery went and he told me with a
laugh that he used the term only to denote that we would lose our free
will, we had to go and do what he and his Keith wanted. He used the term
slave or slavery just to denote that we'd been treated well and had our use
of the place but Sunday was payback time. Seemed fair enough to me, I was
sure the deal didn't mean any painting and decorating, it was a sex deal
and I was fine with that... whether Carl would be was another
thing. Basically I didn't have time to find out either, we would be at the
main gate and ready to go two hours hence so I had to do some quick
talking.

I told Mick that the whole package was fine with me but that I obviously
couldn't speak for Carl and that the bottom line was that we would be there
for one or two o'clock at the latest and if we weren't we would be shacked
up in the Fleet Club. But before I rang off I assured him that the deal was
OK with me that Carl would have the last word and he finally saw my
point. All I had to do was either talk Carl around or make a choice whether
to progress my affair with Carl or to cut and run to the arms of Mick, Lee
and eventually Keith. The one thing in my favour was that Carl was half
briefed already so lunchtime was crunchtime.

The remaining two hours dragged but with the 'make and mend' which used to
be the naval term for an afternoon off I was away at eleven thirty and
washed and changed into full uniform and ready for the off at midday. I
walked upto the main gate to book out and to my relief I saw Carl looking
all yummy and sweet chatting to another young chef, as soon as he saw me he
split from his mate and came across.

'OK?' He grinned.

'Small problem.' I looked him up and down. 'Tasty.'

'Thank you,' he looked at me. 'What sort of problem?'

'We'd better pop in the cafe across the road and have a chat.'

'OK.' It was then that the gate bell sounded and we started to troop out
booking off duty on our way.

Once in the cafe which was directly opposite the main gate I got down to
it. 'You remember last night I said that Mick would probably want to do
some sort of a deal?'

'I remember.'

'That's exactly what he did,' I smiled over my cup of tea. 'He's happy
letting us have use of the bedroom and bed of course for tonight and even
throwing in the same with Lee for the Saturday assuming Lee is willing but
Sunday...'

'Sunday is payback time,' Carl provided with a slight smile taking it all
remarkably calmly.

'Yeah.'

'And what would this payback consist of?'

'I imagine sex all round,' I kept my voice low of course.

'We'd have two nights to ourselves in complete safety first though?'

'Well one night together with no interference and a night with Lee if we
want him and if he wants to join in with us.'

'You like Lee though,' he grinned. 'I can see that and I rather fancy him
from your description... anyway. I've never even thought about doing the
dirty with a fourteen year old kid...'

'Yeah, I like Lee,' I agreed. 'Anyway, we're only two years older than he
is and that's the deal, what do you reckon.'

'You do know I've never done anything like this before don't
you. Everything from here on is a first for me.' For once he looked a
little nervous if determined. I could see he was going to go for it his
dick was leading the way, the thought of me, Lee and even the other two was
just making him more interested rather than less.

'I can assume we are on the move?' I finished my tea.

'Yep,' he suddenly grinned. 'Hopefully, we'll get past the shower stage
tonight...?'

'Very likely,' I laughed and we left the cafe heading for town and our
meeting with Mick... and his bedroom.

It was twenty minutes brisk walk and it was a fine day so we arrived spot
on twelve thirty. As we walked up the garden path I was surprised to see
Lee's head pop up above the flight of steps which led to the basement flat.

'Hi, Jim. You're looking very smart today,' he beamed at me and looked at
Carl like he was the latest thing in chocky bars, you know as in dribbly.

'This, Lee is my friend Carl.' That was introductions done as they mumbled
a greeting to each other.

One thing stood out like a sore thumb, I was going to have no problems
here. Lee was nearly salivating and Carl wasn't too far off the dribbles
himself all of which boded well.  'Can we go down or are you guarding the
place?'

'No,' he laughed. 'Micky's got me trying to fix the step.'

'Slavemaster.'

'He pays well,' he gave a snigger and looked at Carl making sure he got the
point.

'Get out of the way, you slut,' I laughed and squeezed past him. He took a
crafty grope at my parts on passing something that wasn't missed by the
keen eyed Carl. His education was advancing in leaps and bounds. The door
was open and we went into the little lobby and into the so called lounge to
find Mick busy reading a newspaper, as soon as we walked in he hopped to
his feet with a big smile and went through the formalities.

'I've got two track suits for you so you can lose the uniforms.' That was
his opening offer which suited me well enough, I didn't want to spend the
day in uniform and I'm quite sure Carl didn't want to either.

We mumbled thanks and he said he'd make tea if we wanted to change in the
bedroom and stash our uniforms.

'We feel a bit guilty about all this upheaval...'

'Not to worry,' he grinned at myself and Carl. 'I've got some bad or good
news, depends how you look at it I suppose.'

'Yeah,' I pushed Carl towards the armchair and perched on the arm. 'What?'

'Keithy won't be here for this weekend. His mum's gone sick and his old man
has a bad back so he's staying another week,' Mick looked at us and
smiled. 'Probably found a boyfirend. Anyway, change of plan...'

'Go on,' I was doing the talking for Carl and myself.

'Lee and myself on the Saturday night, you and your mate, then partner
swopping on Sunday.'

That was a conversation stopper and needed thinking about. As far as I was
concerned everything was hunkey dorey, I had Carl Saturday and presumably
Lee on Sunday... perfecto. Mind you that's what I wanted I wasn't taking
into account what anyone else wanted, selfish me.'

'Sounds OK to me,' I shrugged and draped my arm around Carl. 'What say you,
Carl?'

'Dunno,' he said quietly looking at Lee who had followed us in and was
propped up at the windowsill looking sexy. 'I'll go with you guys.'

'Good,' Micky smiled. 'Four's a lot easier to work out than five.'

'Innit?' Lee laughed

'Well, you know where the bedroom is and the tracksuits are on the bed,'
Mick jerked his head. We were dismissed for the time being.

'Yeah,' I grinned. I knew what he meant and to my relief Carl also
smiled. Things were going better than I'd really expected. We left him for
a hurried change which was a perfect opportunity to study Carl all slim and
trim in his briefs before we put the track suits on.

'I could eat you,' I grasped him around the waist and reeled him in for a
kiss.

'You'll get your chance later,' he promised.

'What about the boy and Micky?'

'No probs,' he spoke confidently. 'Different types and styles but both
dishy... you first though.'

'Excellent,' I laughed. We hung our uniforms up and wandered back into the
lounge to be met with two mugs of tea.  A muttered thanks and we all
flopped down just to relax, Lee was outside messing around with a small bag
of Readimix cement and no doubt whatever he was doing would collapse before
the day was out, he was one of those kids. I'd seen an example of his
painting so say no more on that. I suppose I'm going overboard in stressing
the domesticity of the scene a bit but it was nice to be free even if only
for a day. It was a blessing to get out of uniform if only for an
afternoon, and the relaxation factor of being in someone's home with the
freedom that implied was overwhelming. I felt totally at ease. Now that
Carl had accepted the trade or the deal all my little doubts and problems
were over. God I was so looking forward to having little Lee to myself on
the Sunday if not before. I knew that Micky would go for Carl I could see
the way he looked at my boy lover or soon to be lover. I wasn't dumb and I
wasn't possesive, I was up for a bit of a swop around and from what Carl
had said he wanted to stretch or spread his wings as well.

'I thought we could eat later on,' Mick said as he sorted out the mugs and
offered sugar around. 'Maybe around eightish, Lee can shoot down the
chippy.'

'Fine,' I looked at him. 'This time I'll get them, I got some money out of
the Barracks Post Office.'

'Upto you,' he grinned. 'Lee's keeping me company for the night but we'll
sleep out here. You can still have the bridal suite.' Needless to say Lee
giggled like a little tart and Carl and I reddened like a pair of
girls. Mick sure knew how to embarass people but who cared, we had his bed
I just hoped that the KY was still under the pillow, it was Carl's first
time after all.

I looked at Carl and he seemed reasonably at ease, I suppose it was a bit
strange coming to a complete stranger's house for sex and then sitting
around talking about it and drinking tea. Of course, it's hard to explain
to non-Service personnel what it's like to get away from the Navy if only
briefly. It's a similar feeling to what released prisoners have I
suppose. You actually walk away from the institutionalism (there's a
word). The communal showers, the communal toilets, being fed like cattle
and sleeping in a pen... all the things that make Service life so different
are gone.

'I'm shagged,' Carl stretched his arms up above his head and yawned. Now
that was not a line to be missed. Sure enough...

'Already,' Lee squealed. 'That was quick.'

You gotta laugh and we did. Mind you, it was the perfect opportunity and I
wasn't going to miss it.

'Wanna lie down?' I suggested also trying to look exhausted but I don't
think I was kidding anyone.

'Yeah,' Carl reddened but he knew what he wanted and that wasn't to sit
around drinking tea all afternoon.

'Have fun,' Mick stood up and looked at Lee. 'We're going to wander out and
do a bit of shopping.'

'Aaaah,' Lee whinged and I grinned. The little bastard would have found a
way by hooky or by crooky of getting in on the act and Micky was neatly
removing him from the scenario. To cut it short, they went out to do their
shopping and Carl and I retired to the room, our room that was for a bit of
a get together.

'It's a bit awkward,' Carl dithered sitting and removing his socks. 'You
can imagine them with their ears against the door.'

'Don't worry,' I approached the bed from his blind side and grabbed his
shoulders. 'Mick will keep the brat under some sort of control.'

'I hope so,' he smiled up at me and my head dropped. Kissing is a bit of a
pig's ear when your heads are facing opposite ways but we managed. 'We
getting into bed?'

'Getting undressed sounds fun.'

'Just like in the showers,' he giggled.

'Exactly,' I jumped up and ripped off my top, the heat was on, the tide was
rising, all that crap. I just wanted to kiss and cuddle and all the rest of
it and you know exactly what I mean. If you looked at my very private Carl
pictures you would understand.

We finished up naked and just played at wrestling with maximum bodily
contact for some time, I could tell he was nervous but I was hot and
hard. I needed to cool down. In a break in tussling I popped the question.

'How do you feel about Lee joining in? How do you feel about a night with
Micky?'

'He's rather sweet, they both are. I've got no problems.' he smiled.

'They're both rather randy as well,' I laughed with relief, that was the
biggest hurdle out of the way. I kissed him stroking his hardness and
maneuvering him around so that I was spooned up against his tight little
bottom.

'So are you,' he croaked as I fed my erection between his smooth thighs and
started to move slowly as he clamped his legs. 'It's so big.'

'You ain't no tiddler yourself, Tiddler.'

'Double negative,' he giggled.

'Bollocks,' I grunted with all the charm at my command and rolled on top of
him as we slowly dry humped. Kissing the back of his neck I started to
raise my body to lap and slurp down his spine. He must have known the
moment was on us as he parted his legs slightly.

'I get a go as well,' his voice quavered.

'Of course,' I was now crouching between his outspread legs. 'Wouldn't have
it any other way... it's half the fun.'

He chuckled into the pillow and quite willingly opened his legs wide
leaving my target exposed. Young Carl was mine for the taking.

Exposing his smooth sphincter with it's puckered outer I dribbled dead
centre leaving a glob of saliva which I first smeared and then gently
pushed my finger dead centre entering his heat. I also reached under the
pillow for the trusty lube, this was too important a moment to leave to
spit alone. As he wriggled and gave token protest I smeared KY on my own
hot hardness and guided it to his hole. He flinched as I brushed his tautly
spread cheeks and then groaned as I slowly pushed against him.

'Aaaah.' His body bucked but I held his shoulders and murmured sweet
nothings in his ear as I felt myself sink into his tightness and he in his
turn relaxed and calmed.

'OK?' I whispered and lapped at his ear.

'I'll live,' he croaked and gave a barely noticeable push up. Taking that
as a go ahead I withdrew a little and then slipped in again. A sigh from
him, a sigh of surrender or satisfaction I don't know but it wasn't the
sound of pain neither was it the sound of protest, I repeated my move again
and then again. 'Jeez... that's big,' he gave a nervous giggle.

'Not all that, sweetheart,' I kissed the back of his neck and began slowly
but surely to move in and out sinking deeper and deeper into his tight
bottom. He was good, he was responsive and in the end was encouraging me by
forcing his hips up onto my thrusts until we reached a steady rythm. We
were fucking, shagging or making love... call it what you will. As I fucked
he craned his head around for a sloppy kiss and we were on our way, all
doubts behind us just sex and more sex to look forward to. Maybe a
relationship, maybe not, who knows, at the best of times people you meet in
the Navy are passing ships etc. etc. Here today and gone tomorrow. Mick's
long run with his Keith was the exception rather than the rule and I
couldn't hope for the same.

It was a great shame as I liked Carl, I liked him too much and I suppose if
he felt the same we had to enjoy what we had together for as long as we had
it. Sad but as that famous Chinese philosopher Confucius said: 'Life is a
cartload of crap'. I think Kipling also said: 'Down to Gehenna or upto The
throne, he travels fastest who travels alone.' To that one I'd say; who
wants to rush when you're with someone you love.

Anyway, enough of the deep thoughts and that last one was a bit deep, I was
enjoying taking or having taken Carl's virginity and from the way he was
reacting he didn't seem to be suffering any stress and for him the best was
yet to come. He had me for revenge and later he'd have Lee for fun... lucky
little chef.

'What happens when you cum?' He gasped pushing up hard against my now
frantic fuck.

'You're gonna find out, Carly...' I whined and let go. I nearly passed out
as I felt my burning, twitching cock explode up into his belly sending
splash after splash of my thick and creamy semem deep into his living
flesh.

'Aaaah.' He forced his bottom back onto me as I stayed rammed in him and
just felt my life drain away. One of my best ever and it was with my little
Carl, my new sooper dooper boyfriend.

'Gawd, that felt so weird,' he grinned as I slowly slid free and rolled him
towards me for a frantic and tooth smashing kiss. 'That was so... something
else,' he grabbed me and held my sweating body tightly nearly crushing the
life from me. 'That was so good,' his eyes dropped and he blushed a little
but that was between us, I don't kiss and tell.

'Good,' I lay on my back and guided him to lay on me, he did so and as he
did his hardness slipped between my sweat sheened thighs as if it belonged
there. 'Take your time, we're not in a rush.'

'Yeah,' he agreed and his hot lips sank onto mine again and he made little
pelvic thusts forcing his hardness to and fro between my clamped legs. I
satisfied myself with stroking and squeezing his tight little buns as he
bobbed up and down. A satin smooth little arse to die for and for the
moment I was the main man.

'Well?' I kept my face straight.

'Well...' he chuckled. 'We going to do it?'

'You're the man,' I put a wealth of meaning into my words hoping he'd pick
up on them and he did. I thought he was going to flip me over and do it the
way I had but he didn't, he pushed or rather forced my legs apart and got
between them. He must have taken a secret squirrel course or maybe it came
naturally to him but he hoisted my legs up and then didn't seem to know
what to do with them. I made soothing noises and guided him, I took my
knees down to my chest and handed him the lube. 'Put some on my bum and
some on your thingy,' I spoke quietly not wanting to get him to excited as
he was trembling like a leaf. 'Take it easy, nice and slow.'

I felt him smear some of the clear oil on my pucker and then intrude a
finger which was another surprise for a novice as that's the one thing they
don't seem to happy about. They'll quite happily shove five inches or a six
incher up the dreaded bottom but they all freak out at putting two inches
of finger in the hole. He moved his finger to and fro and hit my prossy and
I jerked.

'Sory, sorry,' he babbled.

'No sweat,' I grinned. 'You hit the button... let's go for the real thing.'
I was slippery enough and he seemed to have put a pound of the bloody stuff
on his erection, it looked like a super sausage ready for the griddle, now
there's an image.

I felt his swollen lump press against me, a gentle pressure and I opened up
to admit his thick heat. I had thought his small or at least smaller than I
was but it didn't feel like it as first he stretched me, then filled me and
then started to move to and fro hitting the button every time.

'Yeah, that's OK,' I whispered as his face came down onto mine and he
kissed still moving his hips up and down until his soft pubics pressed
against me and I could feel his hot and hard flesh fill my bottom. He'd
cracked it, he'd taken his fist virgin... well, not really but he'd taken
his first boy and I was happy that it was me. I'd be the one that he'd
always remember.  Tell you something, if you ever enjoy a quality talk with
an old timer, a pensioner, they will always remember their first fumble,
their first kiss and their first fuck. They may not remember the other ones
in between then and collecting their pension book but they'll always
remember the first as good, fair, bad or a disaster. I hoped to go down in
Carl's book of memories as a good one.

I rested my legs lightly on his back and made little encouraging noises as
he continued to move in and out pleasuring himself and me too.

'I can't keep this up,' he grunted. 'I'm gonna pop.'

'It'll last longer next time,' I assured him. 'And you can have first crack
at Lee, he's as tight as a hamster.'

'Really?' He laughed and started to go faster. 'Here we go, Jimmy.'

He did as well, when he'd finished his sweaty finale I felt his cock swell
within me and then the delicious pumping of his hot spunk as he released
the pent up juices of the last day. He'd been on the boil since the shower
incident and now I got the full blast and it was a good one, I felt his cum
trickle onto my tail bone as he slowy moved in and out of my flooded
fanny. I know... fanny and pussy sound camp but arsehole sounds gross and
butthole sounds worse, so we'll keep it campio.

'Alright, lover boy,' I stroked his sweaty body as he collapsed on me and
we turned onto our sides his softening cock slipping free with a disgusting
noise.

'Urgh,' he giggled and glanced down probably looking for nasties but he
looked back at me with a big grin on his face. One exceedingly happy
bunny. 'That was great.' he snoogled up and fed his tongue into my
mouth. Mission accomplished, Carly had lost his virginity on both fronts
and seemed ready for more.

'My turn again,' I looked at him with one of those sex maniac looks.

'You can't,' he squealed and tried to distance himself on the wrecked bed.

'No... later,' I grabbed him and dragged him closer again. 'Later?'

'Yeah,' he grinned. 'And then with Lee?'

'Yeah,' I agreed. I'd awoken a sleeeping monster... hopefully.

I suppose it was around seven, it was getting dark anyway when Lee came in
and awoke us with two mugs of tea. I could hear the television going in the
front room and assumed Micky was watching it or otherwise engaged. Lee
shouted out that we'd done it and that the room stank and I heard Mick tell
him to shut up and entertain us which sounded good. Lee managed to clamber
between us two and luckily he was on the outside of the bedding and were
were in otherwise he'd have come to grief there and then. He did managed to
make Carl spill his tea which seemed to delight him no end especially when
Carl moved to escape the spillage and little Lee got a flash of bare groin.

'Whoo...' he giggled oggling Carl's flaccid cock.

'Pervo brat,' I shoved him and he rolled back like a dead cowboy, real
little drama queen. He came so close to being raped there and then but God
must have been on his side. He's supposed to look after children and idiots
and Lee was certainly a bit of both.

'Cor, I'm soooo hard,' Lee grinned up at us. 'Must be a bedload of
manmeat.'

'Really?' I reached down to the fork in his scruffy jeans and he was
right. His four inch tube was laying sticking up to his hip and he was
quite right, it was as hard as a rock, dirty little sod. 'Come back up the
bed,' I muttered, I'd just seen the bedroom door close and reckoned that
was the all clear from Micky, tea was forgotten, Lee was on the agenda.

Lee gave his grin and snuggled in between us on the bed still on the
outside but that didn't matter, I was about to give Carl a viewing of what
was on offer. Lee, for once lay perfectly still and silent as I unclipped
his waistband and ran his zip down. I think Carl was moving into shock but
I nudged the fron't of Lee's floral briefs down (Yeah, I know, really
tarty). I grasped his warm cock and exposed it to the late afternoon light
and idly massaged the thing until I felt it get harder still.

'Yesss,' Lee trembled and pushed up into my hand, I glanced across his body
and Carl gave a little nervous grin and reached out taking over from
me. Naturally enough Lee turned slightly towards Carl giving me the perfect
opportunity to dive into the back of his jeans and his briefs clasping his
warm brown skinned orbs. Soft and sweet, they really were, I didn't think I
had the wherewithall to shag him although I knew he wouldn't have minded at
all. I'd let Carl lead the field.

'Kneel up and shuffle up between us,' I told Lee and he did just that, he
knew what I was after and he quite willingly got into position btween us
with his jerking cock level with our faces. This was a bit of a tester for
Carl but I think he'd go for it, I could tell by the way he was studying
Lee he wanted more. A bit of shuffling around in the bed and I was just
about on Lee's moving hips and with a stretch I managed to grab round his
leg and drag his groin to my face, I swallowed his hot cock in one
savouring his extra large knob and his slender shaft for a few moments as
Carl looked on with shock.

'You next, Carly,' Lee giggled and moved a little so that his saliva coated
dick was pointing at my new lover.

Carl glanced at me red faced and as I gave him a little nod reached out
under Lee and grasped the boys firm buttocks and dragged himself up onto
the jerking erection. I just lay back and watched as Carl gave Lee a very
passable blow job or Lee fucked Carl's face, depending on your point of
view.

'This is so nice,' Lee twittered on and grinned down at me. 'I like your
friend.'

'He likes you, so watch your arse.'

'No problems,' he giggled and placing his hands either side of Carl's face
slowly moved in and out allowing Carl to have a good suck and slurp. This
was good news, Carl had hidden talents or maybe he was beginning to find
his feet but apart from the initial blush he showed no signs of
embarassment at blowing a child in front of his so called lover.

'Ooooh,' Lee groaned and fucked into Carl's mouth harder, Carl slurped away
and must have know what was coming. Suddenly Lee let out a wail and I saw
his buttocks clench and Carl swallowing, the next thing was that Lee's
stumpy cock slipped from Carl's mouth slick and slippery and squirted a
final jet across Carl's chin and then did it's oozy dribbly bit as I moved
into action dragging him flat onto he bed.  I dived onto his still hard
organ and grabbed Carl's head dragging him down as well. Messy, messy.

I slurped the residual young spunk from Lee's softening erection and lapped
the streamer of cum from my new lover's jaw. In the end we just lay there
is a spit slicked heap lazily smiling at each other and I smiled at
Carl. He was alright, he smiled back.

'You'd better both have a bath,' Lee grinned. 'That was Mick's message... I
forgot.' He slipped from the bed and pulled his well worn jeans up around
his waist. 'Chish and fips in half an hour.' Away he went leaving us to it.

'Well, that was an experience,' Carl grinned doing his shy bit again.

'You're doing well,' I grinned. 'Let's share this bath.'

We had our bath and returned to the living room or the lounge and sat with
Mick awaiting the return of Lee from the fish and chip shop. It was almost
surreal the conversation revolved around football and what was going on at
barracks, not a mention of sex of the night to come or even of the wife
swopping over the coming weekend. Talk about laid back, it was off planet
but eventually the brat from hell returned with the warm packets and it was
all down to eating.

'Mick says I'm a sex maniac,' Lee declared at one stage.

'He's right,' I laughed.

'I did say braindead sex maniac,' Mick spoke up. 'Nice braindead sex maniac
but don't forget the braindead bit.'

'You're only saying that to get inside my knickers,' Lee grinned refusing
to be put down.

'When you wear them, Mick retorted and the conversation then sunk to an
even lower level. Carl just sat there with a bemused grin on his face
slowly demolishing his food. This was a whole new scene to him and although
we'd be out of it in the morning we had a full weekend to look forward
to. I hoped the conversation wasn't putting him off but when I saw him
shovelling chips down his throat with a big grin on his face I felt
reassured, my brand new boyfriends was settling in.



			A final part, Part 3 to cum


I've really got to apologise for leaving this one for so long but the part
job went missing and recently resurfaced. Hence the continuation. Part 3
will continue from this on in aropund ten days (if I don't forget it or
lose it again).  Unfortunately, I write stories like I read books and that
is about four at a time hence the confusion and sometimes things go
missing.

Cheers all and I hope you enjoy Jimmy, Carl the chef and little Lee.

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