Date: Sun, 21 Dec 2003 02:05:48 EST
From: GCutter66@aol.com
Subject: Sheepy 6 - Young Love.

WARNING - This story is homoerotic in content. This means that it may (and
probably will) involve sex between men, youths and boys. If such material
offends what the hell are you doing on Nifty.

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fiction ... get it.  I write my stories in 'full screen' text, they are
best read that way.

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SHEEPY - 6

YOUNG LOVE

by

G. Cutter


I leant against the pool table and looked out of the Clubroom windows onto
the windswept pitches, I should say windswept and rainswept. My Dad's team
were two nil down and not very happy especially as the match had only been
going for twenty minutes. I'd normally be outside egging them on but
loyalty has it's limits, mine had anyway. It was bloody cold and wet and I
was fine where I was thank you very much.

The Barman and his assistant were messing around, I'm sure they're
bent. Gary and Mathew, were an item, I could see it even if the others
couldn't or turned a blind eye. I wouldn't mind a go at Mathew who his mate
called Sheepy now and again. He was a bit plain and had a few zits but I
think he was only seventeen or so and he had rather a nice arse if I say so
myself.

Yeah, I'm gay .... well I think so. I had a thing going on with a classmate
called Freddy but his family uprooted and went to Manchester of all places
and my wankies and gropies finished full stop. I'd even done a sixty niner
with Freddy and thought we might even get down to the big F (as in fuck)
but it never happened. I'd found myself a bit of a loner with Freddy gone,
the trouble was that we'd hung together and done our thing to the extent
that we had no 'gang' no little 'crew', I don't think anybody knew we were
at it but we were left alone. Problem was that with Freddy away out of it I
was finding it hard to click with any other like minded sixteen year
old. You can hardly go upto a class mate or even a team mate and say,
'wanna share a wank.' I suppose you could but your life expectancy might
drop just a smidgeon.

Anyway, back to a rainy Saturday and more importantly me.  I suppose I'm
around five, seven, feet and inches that is. I weigh in at around nine to
ten stone (whatever that is in pounds), I've been told that I have a sallow
complexion which sounds unhealthy but I'm as fit as a fiddle, I just ain't
a blond cutie with the English pale face with a sweet little blush, I
certainly wouldn't have got any votes in the Hitler Youth which is not to
say I'm Jewish, I'm just a bit on the dark side. My mum say's I've got
North Sea eyes, grey with a touch of blue but then dad was in the Navy,
Rule Britannia and all that wobble.

'Wanna drink, kiddo?' Mathew called over. Cheeky pratt he was only a bit
older than myself, he was hardly an old man.

'Well, I'll have a Coke if you're buying, Sheepy,' I walked across to the
bar. We'll see how he feels about me knowing his pet name. Sheepy,
indeed. He looked like Zit Queen of 2003, he had a bumper crop today across
his forehead.

'That's between Gary and myself,' Mathew looked at me without his usual
grin, Gary kept down the bar out of the way.

'Sorry, mate.' I took the Coke. 'None of my business.'

'That's true,' Mathew turned away. Great, I'd just upset the one kid I was
almost certain was gay and I expect Gary wasn't too pleased either.

'Hi-di-hi, brothers and sisters.' A threesome came into the Clubroom
acompanied by a gale and rush of dead leaves. It was the relief manager, or
the guy who covered sometimes, his name was Scotty. I noticed last week
that he seemed to have collected a fan, a kid who played for our team
sometimes, a bloody giant, Oliver who everyone called Ollie. I had the
funniest feeling that there was something going on with these two but I
wouldn't want to push my luck and talk out of turn. The third kid was a
shortarse like moi but he was blond, one of those peaches and cream
complexions, you know the types, Goody Two Shoes. I knew him from
somewhere, probably one of the youth teams.

Gary and Scotty immediately went into a huddle presumably about bar
business, the others started yakking about the day's weather and about what
to do for the rest of the day. I switched off, I wasn't all that interested
in their chatter, I was trying to place the little blond kid, he was rather
nice and I noticed that he kept looking at me. I caught him once and stared
back, he did a pretty little blush and turned away.

'Pool?' Mathew spoke across the room to me.

'Yeah, I don't mind.'

'Foursome?'

'Whatever,' I shrugged, I'd just seen the blond give me another glance. I
wondered if he was game or what, I was pretty sure the others were. Secret,
very much in the closet gays, but gays all the same. Poofs. Mind you by now
you'll have guessed I was getting pretty obsessed with the subject.

I was confused, I was calling them bad names and at the same time having
more than comradely thoughts about the blond kid, he was so tasty and just
the right size for me, two munchkins together.

'Ollie and me'll play with you and Peter,' Mathew declared with a grin.

'Better rephrase that, Matty,' Ollie grinned. Peter giggled, so he wasn't a
complete thicko thank Christ.

I was formally introduced to Peter, would you believe lived a street away
from me so that how I'd probably seen him. It seemed Scotty lived in the
same street so were were all neighbours. It was probably because I was so
involved with Freddy that I hadn't noticed the people around me.

'Shorties will stuff the Lankies,' Peter crowed and grinned at me.

'In your dreams, shrimp.' Ollie laughed.

'You'd have to stand on a chair,' Mathew grinned. I thought that one was a
bit near the mark but pretended not to hear. If he wanted to make camp
remarks who was I to say no. Mind you that was one of Mathew's bad habits,
double talk, I think they call it double entendre or something.

We got into the game and we all turned out to be pretty average, pot some,
miss some. A lot of whack and wish going on.

Mathew seemed to have got over his original grumpiness and as we looked out
of the window at the footballers letting Ollie and Peter have a match of
their own, he dropped his bombshell.

'Nice little bum, that kid,' he looked at Peter as the blonde bent over the
table taking his shot.

'Yeah,' I answered without even thinking twice. Shit. Major boo boo.

Mathew laughed. 'It's alright, he fancies you anyway.'

'How do you know?' This had gone from a game of pool to dangerous chat, if
they were leading me on I was in deep shit. I was flying on feel, I just
knew Mathew was gay or I was pretty sure he was and I was trusting to luck.

'Ollie told me.'

'Jeez.'

'They had a get together last week and they were talking about you.'

'That's fuckin' nice,' I wasn't to happy at relative strangers bandying my
name around. 'What were they talking about me for?' Curiosity overcame me.

'Peter's got a crush on you,' Mathew laughed and walked away.

'All over,' Ollie crowed as he potted the back. 'Wanna play with Jack,
Petey.'

That did it, Peter turned crimson as Ollie walked over to join Mathew at
the bar. I felt so sorry for the kid as he rushed from the room. If Ollie
hadn't been over six foot I'd have given him a punch in the teeth. I ran
after Peter, if he did have a crush on me and that was anyone's guess the
least I could do was let him down gently and tell him I wasn't gay or
something along those lines.

I went into the players toilets and found Peter sitting in the empty end
changing room snuffling like a little kid.

What's up, Peter,' I tried to jolly him up. 'You're too thin skinned,
they're only having a laugh.'

'At my expense,' he looked at me red eyed like a little marmoset. He was so
sweet.

'They're not serious, they're having a giggle, I was repeating myself. I
sat down and stuck my arm around his shoulders. 'We got to stick together,
us little 'uns.'

'I'm not that little,' Peter actually grinned.

'What's that supposed to mean?' I thought I'd try a little challenge.

'Ah, nothing,' he sniffed and stood up. 'We gonna have this game?'

'We gonna play with each other?' I drew the line at saying, I fancy you,
although Mathew had more or lest told me I was OK.  I wasn't a great risk
taker.

'I'd like that,' Peter suddenly looked at me deadly serious and I knew that
amazingly we were on the same wavelength. If I was wrong I was in a world
of hurt.

'Where can we go?' I stood there with my heart in my mouth waiting for the
hammer to fall.

'Let's get the pool out of the way, I'll chat Gary up, he's got to have a
place where him and Mathew slink away.'

'Are they at it then?'

'Do me a favour,' Peter laughed. 'Everyone knows.'

'I wouldn't be too sure about that,' I laughed and led the way.

'Got have a pee,' he walked over to the stand up, I quite naturally
followed, you may as well have a look at the goods before purchase as they
say. We stood there like a pair of kids, hang about, we are a pair of
kids. We both flashed our peckers out at the same time. Without actually
getting a tape measure out I'd same we were about the same, the same size
anyway. Mine was darker that his and he had a foreskin an item of flesh I
didn't possess. I had the urge, this kid could be my Freddy
replacement. One thing was for sure, I wanted to go all the way with this
one. He quite obviously knew what the score was and so did I, we could lose
a lot of the kiddy fumbles and get down to the nitty gritty. All we needed
was the time and place. Christ, I could feel the heat in my groin and
embarassingly my little chum started to harden.

'Shit,' I groaned and tried to tuck it into my briefs.

'Very nice,' Peter grinned and walked away. 'Yum, yum,' he laughed over his
shoulder.

I ran after him and caught him half way down the dressing room down by the
service compartment which was a small room which contained the boilers for
the showers, the meters and fuses and racking for drying wet gear. 'In
here,' I grabbed his elbow and dragged him into the small extremely hot
cell like room.

'What, whatcha doing,' he giggled and reddened up again.

'This,' I was making the smartest move of my young life or the fuckup of my
young life. I grasped his head in both hand and forced my lips onto his, a
long moment later I felt his lips part and his tongue met mine. I relaxed,
all was fine with the world.  'I want you, Peter,' I mumbled as we
eventually parted, I could feel a hardness inside my jeans and I could feel
an equal hardness inside his.

'I want you too, Jack.'

We silently left the overly hot compartment and returned to the bar, it
would be half time in a little bit. The other four were drinking soft
drinks at the bar and completely ignored us as we came in. It was just as
well, we were both hot and bothered for the obvious reasons and we just
wanted to sit out of the way. I think Peter needed me as much as I needed
him. I wasn't to know until a long time later that this was a setup and
that his mates were in cahoots, they were smoothing the path and Mathew's
and Ollie's remarks had been just to break the ice.

'Of course, they didn't know of our all too brief kiss passionate as it
was.

'Gary has the key to that portakabin out the back,' Peter looked at me with
a slight smile. 'After halftime we'll have the second half before they come
in.'

'Fourty five minutes. You can do a lot in half an hour,' I grinned at
him. 'Will he let you have the key?'

'I can ask, him. He can only say no.'

'Go for it, then.'

Unfortunately things went haywire for five or ten minutes as the half time
whistle went the players descended on the toilets and some of the
spectators invaded the bar, in the confusion Peter disappeared and returned
with a smile on his face. He held his clenched hand out momentarily and
opened it briefly. I laughed he held a small yale type key.

'Gary said have fun,' Peter whispered excitedly.

'You told him?' Jesus, what was up with this kid?

'He knows,' Peter chuckled. 'Come on let's go, hot nuts.'

'How do you know?'

'I know,' Peter laughed and I followed him from the Clubhouse just glancing
back to see Scotty and Ollie staring after us both with self satisfied
smirks on their faces. I had the feeling I'd been set up but this wasn't
confirmed until much later. We battled around to the back of the building,
the drizzle was blowing in sheets across the soggy grass, it wasn't what
you would call heavy rain but it was freezing.

To make matters worse there were two portakabins and naturally enough Peter
went to the wrong one. Sod's Law. The second one was the one we wanted and
eventally we pushed open the stiff door into the almost dark hut, the sound
of the windblown rain on the metal rof was remarkably soothing. More to the
point the place had sleeping bags scattered about and it was warm.

Peter locked the door from the inside and as he turned back to me I grabbed
him and guided him down onto the bags and some spare blankets, the things
weren't clean but I was past caring. I was cold and wet and now I was going
to get warm and wet. We lay side by side facing each other and tentatively
kissed. I pulled him closer and started to fumbled with his waistband, I
wasn't worried about getting him naked, I just wanted part of him exposed,
we hadn't the time for a full time romantic romp. We had to take what we
could get, what we had time for.

'Take your time,' he giggled but didn't fight me too much as I tore the top
of his trousers open and tugged them down enough to expose his white
briefs, his hardness was clearly visible and I bent to nuzzle it with dry
lips.

'Yummy,' I slipped his sweatshirt up his taut belly exposing his smooth
skin and gloried in it, he even had a better body than Freddy, he was
groaning and writhing under my kisses and caresses and there was a wet
patch forming on his briefs, he was leaking pecum. 'Your turn,' I needed to
tell him it was a fair shares for all sort of party.

'Thought you'd never ask,' he grinned and funmbled at my flies and
waistband. In no time at all he had my middle bit bare but he went a step
further and shucked by boxers down clear of my hardness and took my hot
erection into his hands. 'They're just about the same size,' he held both
boy meats together, his uncircumcised penis and my cut job, it was
wonderful.

I held him and snogged the side of his neck as he rubbed our two cocks
together, the sensation was incredible and the two pieces of warm hardness
moved together in his firm grasp. 'Don't stop,' I whispered as he let go
and propped himself up on one elbow.

'Ever tried docking,' he grinned in the gloom.

'Never heard of it,' I answered quite truthfully.

'Kneel up and face me,' he ordered and I did so, he clearly had something
in mind and I was pretty sure it had nothing to do with ships or boats.

We both knelt on the sleeping bags and he guided out erections together. He
was right, they were about the same size, it was just that his was quite
pale being fair skinned and mine was much darker. The glans of our young
weapons slid against each other, by now I too was precumming and their
joint smell of spunk filled the air, I could smell the scent of sex strong
and urgent.

He amazed me. I'd never even thought about this one, he began to move his
foreskin way over his own glans and onto mine, I gasped and pushed my groin
out a bit as I felt his spunk lubricated skin slip and slide over my
bulging helmet. I nearly fainted but I wanted to do something also,
something I'd only ever done once with Freddy and now wanted to try with my
new playmate.

'Nice, innit?' He was breathing heavy and he was flushed, he wasn't going
to last much longer and I wanted to drink him, every last drop of his boy
juice.

'Quickly,' I fell back onto the bedding and pulled him with me but we were
head to toe and I took him into my mouth. He seemed surprised for a moment
but with a chuckle sank his hot wetness over my straining penis and started
to bob his head up and down just as I was doing on him. We were in a
classic sixty niner.

His furry ballbag was up tight and I knew he was going to blast at any
moment but I was in exactly the same situation, I didn't care, I wanted him
and he wanted me. He was clearly experienced and maybe I could learn things
from him, I wanted to go all the way with this little blond boy, I wanted
to take his pale little boy bottom and secretly I wanted him to take me,
take my virginity. He was going to be the first to fuck me, he didn't know
it yet but I did.

'I'm gonna cum,' he whined and thrust rapidly into my mouth, I redoubled my
efforts, I wanted us to cum together.

'Aaaah, Pete.' I beat him to the draw. I felt my cock expand and then just
pump and pump streamer after streamer of my thick love juice deep into the
back of his throat. It must have been a nano-second later I felt the hot
salty taste of his creamy jism burst into the back of my mouth. I sucked
his spurting dick like a giant lolly swallowing and gobbling taking it all
down. He let mine slip from his mouth and I saw through a haze my swollen
glans spurt it's last sticky dribbles onto his jaw and cheek.

'That was so good,' I cuddled him a few moments later. 'We got to do that
again.' I looked at him. 'Say yes.'

'Yes, yes, yes,' he grinned at me.

'My only real mate used to sleep over at my place most Saturday's,' I began
a little uncertainly.

'Oh,' he looked a little jealous.

'But he moved up to Manchester a couple of weeks ago.'

'Really.' A wide grin spread over his face. 'So. You looking for another
'real mate' then?'

'Something like tonight?' I looked at him hopefully. 'My dad keeps telling
me to find some mates and to forget about Freddy.'

'I'd just have to check with my mum but it should be OK,' Peter kissed me
on the cheek. 'It's alright Sundays as well with the holidays on,' he gave
a little laugh. 'A dirty weekend.'

'Very dirty,' I agreed. 'You ever done the biz, gone the whole way, I
mean?'

'Yeah.' He obviously wasn't going to volunteer too much.

'Wanna do it with me.' I felt like a pratt, how do you tell someone you
want to fuck their arse for about eight hours solid.

'Two way street,' he murmured.

'Yes.' There you go, the deal was done. Done and dusted as they say in this
part of the world.

'We'd better go soon, the match'll be over in fifteen minutes,' he looked
at his watch.

'Time for another then,' I quickly reversed myself and captured his limp
noodle in my mouth, it didn't stay limp for long.

We just got back inside as the teams were coming off. It had finished up in
a draw and everybody's honour was satisfied. We shot back into the bar as
the muddy teams clattered their way into the changing rooms and showers.

Gary and Mathew were already quite busy behind the bar but Scotty and Ollie
were up the far end of the Clubroom watching the television. They both
looked across as we walked in and I saw Scotty say something to Ollie. No
points for guessing who they were talking about. I felt embarassed for a
moment but fuck it, I was pretty sure they were all at it anyway. I
wondered how Peter fitted into their sceme of things but I'd find out soon
enough I supposed. As a matter of fact, I rather fancied Ollie but he was
so fuckin' tall, God knows what his cock was like, didn't bear thinking
about. I gave an inward groan, one short session and I was beginning to
think like a poof already, I must be on the slippery slope.

I saw my dad having a drink with his mates and I asked him if I could have
Peter over for the night, he seemed quite happy that I'd picked up another
mate again after the departure of Freddy and gave his permission. My mum,
his wife had left us in the lurch a year ago and we just bumbled along, we
respected each other's ways and I wouldn't have suspected for a minute he
knew what I got upto in the lonliness of my bedroom. More to the point,
would he have cared.

'Pick you and your chum some fish and chips or a Chinese up on the way
home, I'm going out with the lads.'

'Cheers dad,' I grabbed the proffered twenty note and did a runner before
he changed his mind. I saw Peter in the corner with the other two and he
was huddled over a mobile trying to call someone above the din of the club
which was rapidly filling. I wandered over, I was a bit curious about the
other two. Had he told them?

'Hi, Jack. How's it going?' Ollie greeted me and gave a half smile.

'Orrite,' I plonked myself down alongside Peter, he was still trying to
make his call.

'You'd be better off outside with that phone,' Scotty said. 'What we
drinking kiddies,' he fumbled around for a wallet. I suppose we were all
kids to him, I knew I was sixteen and Peter was the same, I thought Ollie
might be seventeen but wasn't sure. Scotty himself must have been twenty
plus.  I wondered if he and Ollie were...............  Woops, there goes my
dirty mind again.

Ollie and Scotty were sitting the other side of the table and I felt
Ollie's eyes on me, I could feel them, you know how it is. I looked up
sharply and sure enough he was studying me like I was a rabbit and he was
the fox. The lanky pratt fancied me, I could see it as plain as Peter
sitting next to me. More food for thought, perhaps he likes us short 'uns.

'Did you give Gary back his key,' Ollie spoke to Peter but flashed me a
toothy smile and to cap it off Scotty who'd just got up laughed as
well. The bastards knew!

'Not yet,' Peter spoke calmly and put the phone down. He got to his feet
and picked the phone up again. 'I'll try it out the back door .... and
return the key,' he grinned at me and turned to face Ollie. 'Don't chat my
chick up, Lofty.'

Christ. What a front. I went bright red but you should have seen the look
on Ollie's face, talk about mortified.

With Scotty up at the bar and Peter hanging out of the back door Ollie and
I sat in an uncomfortable silence, a small island of peace and quiet in the
busy bar.

'Sorry,' Ollie finally blurted out.

'Why?'

'Cos I've upset Peter, I didn't want to do that.'

'What about upsetting me?'

'I don't want to do that either but you're tougher than Peter,' Ollie
grinned at me, he'd apologised, his concience was clear.

'You and Scotty .....er.'  I tried to put him in the hot seat but failed.

He looked at me straight faced and just crossed two fingers and
grinned. 'Like that.' He laughed at my expression which was one of mild
shock at his attitude, or lack of it. 'We're like you and Peter will be, a
month on, if you know what I mean.'

There it was, our little tryst was no secret. I'm bloody sure they knew all
along, I was desperately thinking back and Mathew's remarks came to
mind. This bunch of pervs had set it all up, I was fuckin' sure of it. I
was getting a slight dose of the hump.

Peter came back in and flopped down at the same time Scotty returned with a
bunch of cans and I just sat there. Glowering I suppose sums it up.

'What's up?' Peter glanced at me with some concern on his pretty face.

'Dad say's it's OK for tonight.'

'Great,' Peter beamed. 'My mum say's it's OK but I've got to go home for
Sunday lunch.'

'Everything peachy,' I said sarcastically.

'What's up?' Peter looked at me and frowned, the other two blatantly
eavesdropped.

'You fuckers set me up,' I blurted out and got up. I had to go to the
toilet. Our little secret was common knowledge, how many other people knew,
Gary and Mathew at least, I felt my ears burning as I galloped out to the
changing rooms and toilets which were thankfully empty. If I let him come
around tonight, and that was a big if, I would fuck him so hard he'd
squeak. I'd punish the blond bastard for doing this to me. I had a pee and
went into the end changing room, thankfully it was empty and I had to
think.

To put things into a nutshell, I'd gone for a bit of skirt lifting or
should it be shirt lifting and got involved with a little gang, The trouble
was they were a gang of poofs. I knew my little vice was wrong but it was
my little secret and I didn't want to share it with half of bloody Surrey.

'What's up kid?' It was the big boy, Ollie.

'You're not much older than me.' It was a bit lame but it was all I could
come up with. I liked Ollie, if truth be known I fancied him a bit but I
wasn't going to have him calling me kid, I wasn't a second class citizen
just because I was short.

'Yeah, alright,' he sat down alongside me and stretched his legs. 'Cold in
here.'

'I gotta think.'

'About you and Peter?'

'And other things. Are you staying?' I was trying not to be unpleasant but
he was involved in this little set up and he fuckin' well knew that I knew.

'Upto you, mate,' he looked at me with his slow grin. 'Look, it was all a
fix. Peter was with us the other night and he said how much he fancied you
but he was scared of you being an anti and flying off the handle.'

He was telling a pack of lies but I didn't know at the time. He was saying
what I wanted to hear.

'Peter was with you?' I looked at him.

'He stayed the night with Scotty and myself.'

'Shagging?'

'Gentlemen don't tell.' Ollie smirked.

Well that answered the Peter virginity question, I felt let down a bit but
I'd get over it. 'Go on.'

'Anyway, he was on about how much he liked you, how much he wanted to do
the biz with you and to cut a long story short, we helped out.'

'But you all know now.'

'We're not going to advertise, are we,' Ollie tried to sound
reasonable. 'Gary and Mathew, Scotty and myself, Peter and yourself. Three
items who don't talk to outsiders. How does that sound?'

'Yeah but people must know about Gary and Mathew, they're like a pair of
Siamese twins for fuck's sake.'

'People may suspect,' Ollie corrected me. 'They don't know, what people
think doesn't matter. If you care for Peter and if he cares for you what
people might think or might suspect doesn't matter.'

'Suppose you're right.'

'I like you as well as Peter.' Ollie looked at the wall, this time he
didn't look at me.

'Really,' I grinned, I was feeling a little bit safer now. 'Like as in
.......'

'As in.....' Ollie grinned back. He reached out suddenly and grasped my
groin, I felt his pressure on my soft cock.

'Ollie don't.' I didn't knock his hand away or anything, I just let him
have a good feel, naturally enough my limpo started to harden.

'Back to Peter,' Ollie stood up and laughed. He put his hands on my
shoulders. 'I'd like to get together with you sometime but I don't want to
break Peter's little heart, he's really got the hots for you.'

'Some other time then,' I grinned and reached for him. Jeez, what a lump,
it was massive.

'Come on then,' he stepped back and walked away, I followed, I had to go
and sort Peter out.

Back in the bar I found a couple of footballers had sat at the table, no
great problem it was large enough but it limited the conversation a bit.

'You alright?' Peter looked at me, I could see he was a bit moist at they
eyes, he was on the verge of doing the crybaby thing, I didn't know at the
time how emotional he was.

'I'm alright,' I spoke for his benefit although I knew the others were
listening, I expect the footballers were as well. 'I got a dose of the hump
but I'm OK now.'

'Good,' Scotty chipped in. 'You can buy some drinks then.'

That was it, crisis resolved. I was a signed up member of the Local Secret
Pooferooni Society.

We sat there and nattered for a while as the footballers gradually
dispersed. My dad left with his mates after wandering over just to check
out the overnight guest and to tell me to behave myself which was usually
his parting instruction. The rain and the wind kept going and we played
pool again. A really exciting afternoon, all I wanted to do was to get to
bed and explore Peter's body. Yeah, the word naked figured in there
somewhere. I was feeling quite pleased with myself, I had Peter for sure
and I also had a line in on Ollie, the sex life was looking up a bit.

Of course I didn't know about the wheels inside the wheels. Ollie was the
instigator of it all and Peter was the key to me. Of course it all sorted
itself out in the end and by the time I found out I was past caring anyway.

'We're gonna get a bit wet walking down that hill,' I spoke to Peter but I
was fishing for a lift. I knew Scotty had a van.

'Yeah, I need to get my washing gear and some kit before I come round your
place,' Peter looked at me and gave a toothy grin. 'Pyjamas and stuff.'

'You won't need them,' I laughed. The footballers had gone and we were on
out own, four sixths of the local gang, the local gay gang that is. I
suppose we could talk dodgy amongst ourselves but had to watch out for
outsiders. Not a lot different to any other gang of kids, we had older
members and younger members, Peter and myself were the juniors.

'No sweat,' Scotty as usual came to the rescue. 'Myself and Ollie'll drop
you off at Peter's, you can walk from there.'

'We can have a muck around on my computer and go around your place later,'
Peter looked at me. 'If you like that is.'

'I like,' I smiled at him. If we were going to be lovers I may as well meet
the inlaws.

'I'm gonna get a takeaway from the bar and we'll make a move.' Scotty stood
and wandered over to the bar tailed by his shadow Ollie. They collected
something big enough to fill a carrier bag, to amateur moi it looked like
they were going to spend the rest of the day on the piss. I could think of
better things to do.

Ten minutes later we left, Gary and Mathew were doing their cleanup and we
got into Scotty's beat up old van, it was sheeting down. Peter and myself
got in the back with all the gardening stuff and Ollie and Scotty obviously
got in the front. The drive down the hill was horrendous in the driving
rain but we were at Peter's house in fifteen minutes. We said goodbye to
our fellow cllub members and we were on our own.

I was introduced to Peter's mother and father who were glued to the
television and seemed supremely indifferent to who or what Peter was taking
to his bedroom. I could have been Jack the Ripper for all they seemed to
care, the one good thing was that his mother told us there would be a meal
in approximately one hour and we were expected to be at it. I clutched
dad's twenty pound note, I'd made a profit already but then again we could
always phone up for a pizza later on.

We had a brief spell on Peter's computer and boy did that kid have some
shit stashed away, he did like his nudes and his porn, I learnt that his
parents were computer illiterate which is the posh was of saying that they
didn't have a clue so he was pretty safe ..... but his poor mind. We had a
kiss and a cuddle and got all hot and sweaty thinking about the evening
adventure, it was a foregone conclusion that we were going to go 'all the
way' as he put it. I was probably more excited than he was, at least he'd
done it before, this was my first outing, my little soldier wouldn't go
down thinking about Peter's sweet little white bum and what I was going to
do to it.

I got a bit miffed at one stage when he admitted that his sleepover with
Scotty and Ollie had turned into a sexfest and he was the main meal, still
I suppose it was jealousy .... why couldn't it have been me.

We got called down to dinner as they called it, my mum would have called it
supper but there you go. By seven o'clcock Peter was kitted out like he was
going camping, all he needed was a sleeping bag and a tent, his mother was
such a fusser it was unbelievable. He finished up with a backpack with
enough gear to stay for a fortnight. Poor sod, clingy mums are hell, I was
better off with a 'couldn't give a toss' dad. Luckily by the time the long
goodbyes were over the rain had stopped although it was still quite
cold. One good thing was that his parents were happy for him to stopover
Sunday as well but my dad had to phone them up to confirm that it was OK, I
could handle that.

The walk to my place only took just over ten minutes and we were indoors
and up in my room within fifteen.

'It's a nice big room,' Peter cast his eyes around sussing everything
out. 'Bigger than mine.'

'I'm shagged,' I flopped onto the bed fully clothed.

'Not yet you ain't,' Peter laughed. How did I know that was coming.

'Where am I supposed to be sleeping?'

'With me.'

'Won't you dad be a bit iffy.'

'No Freddy used to share,' I grinned at him.  'The way my dad looks at
things boys can't have sex with boys so there's no problems with them
sharing a bed.'

'Cool,' Peter grinned. 'What time does he come in normally.'

'Saturday night's footy night, probably when the pubs chuck out. Around
half eleven.'

'Will he come in to see you?'

'Never ever does,' I grabbed him and pulled him onto the bed. 'My dad
leaves me alone.' I pulled him closer and snuggled up, I was desperate to
get naked and do the dirty but it had only just gone seven in the evening
for God's sake.

'Ollie was right you know.'

'What was he right about?' I looked at my soon to be teeny lover, he was
adorable, I could eat him, now there's an idea, I reached out and fondled
between his legs. Yeah, he was up for it.

'Ollie said you look like Calvin Goldspink, you do.'

'Who the hell's Calvin Whatsit?'

'Teen singer with S Club 8.'

'That's a twelve year old girls mob for Christ's sake,' I looked at him and
grinned. 'You are such a sad sod.'

'Why. Because I'm falling in love with you.' His eyes were looking watery
again. I'd upset him yet again.

'No, no,' I soothed him. Jeez, he was so touchy. Then I realised what he'd
said. 'Love me?'

'I think so,' he nuzzled my neck.

'Bit quick wasn't it,' I nuzzled back, this was fun, he was so warm and
smooth. I teased down his zip and slipped my hand into the warmth inside
his trousers.

'Don't stop,' he snuggled in closer and I got to his bare flesh and wrapped
my hand around his hardness. 'Aaah, Jack,' he moaned and pumped into my
hand. 'Don't make me cum in my pants,' he giggled.

'Let's get naked then.' I knew it was early but we could always have a
shower later and phone out for a Chinese or something, I had dad's money
after all.

'What completely,' he looked at me in surprise, perhaps he thought that
stuff only happened after dark.

'Yeah, completely,' I started to tug his trousers down over his hips, his
briefs and his erection came into view. Yeah, he was well ready for
this. Wicked.

He started on me and soon I felt my trousers going down, I had boxers on
and he soon had my hardness poking out of the fly and he had his warm hand
around my hot erection.

'You're dribbling a bit,' he grinned and smeared the slippery pre over my
knobend. 'You wanna give that docking a go again.

'Can you cum like that?'

'Of course you can,' he laughed. 'It's a bit messy though.'

'Great,' I heard myself giggle. Now I'm not a giggler like some lads so it
must be catching. We slowly, well it wasn't all that slow, got rid of our
clothing and finished up in a naked snog. God, I was mad for this kid's
smooth paleness, he was a mindblowing vision, he thought he was falling in
love, I already had.

'Kneel up.' He got up as I did and we faced each other. He did the same as
he did earlier and I felt the same as I had earlier. Wonderful. Our two
spongy helmets sort of slipped together but he contained them by slowly
wanking his foreskin over the both of them, it was so wierd, it was so
nice. I put one hand on his hips to steady us on the bouncy bed and jiggled
his smooth ballsac with the other, I was so hard it was beginning to ache.

'Faster,' I grunted. This was such a turn on. His hand moved faster and his
foreskin seemed to grip my glans. Wheee, it was so fuckin' wierd.

'Shit,' Peter cursed laughing. I felt sogginess like I'd wet myslef and
then realised he'd cum and he still was cumming but it was spurting onto my
glans and inside our little foreskin cosy, now there's an image. I came at
the same time. As he said it was messy, our joint cocks were so slippery
they were unmanageable, he pulled a face and took his spunk covered hand
away and our separate erections and ejaculations spurted over each other's
pubics and lower bellies. We hugged and fell flat on the bed. What a mess,
what a glorious mess, we ground our slippery groins and bellies together
and laughed like a pair of clowns.

'What a bloody mess,' I slipped my tongue into his sweet mouth and stroked
his smooth bubble but. 'God, I want you so much.'

'Later, baby,' he slid his soft noodle and his spunk covered belly against
mine, it was so dirty and just so sexy.

'What a day,' I kissed his sweet nose. Sweet nose, for God's sake,
everything about him was sweet. I loved the boy. 'I think I love you,
Peter.' I felt my face go crimson. I'd never come out with anything like
that before.

'Don't get to carried away,' his eyes avoided mine. 'I'm a bit of a slut.'

'Yeah, Ollie and Scotty, I know,' I looked at him, I even held his head so
he had to look back at me. 'I fancy Ollie as well, maybe even Mathew, but
you're my main man. I fancy sex with them but I love you.'

'Good,' he smiled. 'Just what I wanted to hear, he pressed his belly in
again and we were back to slipping and sliding until it got tacky and we
stuck together. Yeuch.

I think we must have dozed off, post something bliss they call it. Anyway,
when I woke up and felt Peter coming to life it was much later and it was
getting colder.

'Ickeyrooni,' Peter murmured and pulled away a little, I could feel his
skin glued to mine part with a tugging motion. 'Stuck together with spunk,'
he giggled.

'Let's go and share a bath and then we can get into bed. Jeez, it's gone
ten o'clock,' I'd just seen my clock radio. We must have slept for nearly
three hours.

'A bath?' Peter looked half asleeep.

'Yeah, before dad comes in.'

'Dad? Oh, dad,' Peter nearly fell out of the bed in his panic.

'Come on,' I grabbed his arm and pulled him in and gave him a reassuring
kiss. 'Bath, babes.'

I'd loved to have spent time with him in the soapy water and the warm
moisture of our small bathroom but time was against us. Dad knew I'd be
sharing a bed with my new mate but even with his broad mind he might quail
at the thought of us sharing a bar of soap and what goes with that
sharing. It must have been one of the quickest baths in history as we were
both running scared but we were back in my room by a quarter to eleven, dad
wouldn't be home until around a quarter or half past the hour. We were
safe.

'Which side do you sleep on,' Peter had started to whisper for some reason.

'There's a spare room between dad's and ours,' I laughed. 'No need to
whisper.'

'Orrite,' he gave me his chipmunk grin again. 'Which side do you sleep on?'

'Anyside as long as you're alongside.' That was poetic, I thought.

'Romeo Martin,' Peter grinned and slipped into the bed.

I got into the other side and reached out. He slipped into my arms and this
time we kissed gently, a slow and leisurely lip blending and then a fiercer
meeting of tongues.

'No noise until we hear dad go to his room,' I turned the bedside lamp
off. I always used to hate my room because I had a street light used to
illuminate it and normally kept the curtains closed to. Tonight they'd been
left open giving us enough light to see what we were doing without having
to use the bedroom lights.

Peter's head dropped to my chest and he started licking and nibbling at one
of my nipples. I'd never thought that could do anything to a boy but I
could feel my nipple harden as my cock did, mind you his hand was down
there as well. I reached out and grasped his hardness and gently fondled
it, I didn't want him to cum, I needed him to save that for our first sex.

'You've got a beautiful body,' Peter groaned and moved his lips across my
chest leaving a trail of saliva. Wow, he was giving my other nipple the
same treatment. 'I want you to take me tonight, Jack, all the way.'

'I want to,' I kissed the top of his head as he sucked on my teat. 'You
gotta do me first though.'

'Why?' He sounded surprised.

'Because I've never done it before and I want you to show me how.'

'My pleasure,' Peter chuckled and blew a raspberry on my tit.

Woops, my little blond angel's head was dropping, he was licking down my
sternum onto my belly and he was sucking on my belly button but his hands
were up each one rolling and playing with my erect nipples. his head
dropped again and I spasmed. I heard the sound of the front door and dad
going into the small downstairs loo.

'Fuck,' Peter grumbled and his head shot up clouting me under the
jaw. 'Sorry, sorry,' he grabbed my head and started to kiss my aching jaw
and lips. I think he was trying not to laugh or maybe he was trying not to
get hysterical. I just lay there and let him do the biz, I was keeping
track on dad, I knew his routine.

I heard the mutter of voices and a ssssh. Dad's familiar footsteps on the
stairs but also a lighter tread. He must have pulled a chick, I felt glad
for him, at least he wouldn't be hassling me not that he ever did. I heard
the strange voice once more before his bedroom door closed. Fuckin' hell. I
felt like Sherlock Holmes, that wasn't a girl's voice, it sounded like a
guy, a young guy.

I snuggled back to Peter who was back on my tits again starting all
over. Mysteries normally sort themselves out, maybe I was imagining
things. Anyway, what dad did was his concern, right now all I was
interested in was Peter. I didn't believe it, he his lips suddenly left my
body and he slipped from the bed.

'Whatcha doing?' I whispered urgently, I was as hard as a rock and with a
mixture of fear and lust I was looking forward to the main event. This was
the night I was going to get laid properly for the first time.

'I need something,' he whispered back with the trace of a laugh in his
voice. I saw him in the gloom digging about in his bag, seconds later he
was back in bed. 'Christ, it's cold out there.'

'I'll warm you up,' I hugged him, he was holding something. 'What's that?'

'A tube of Savlon.'

'What for.' I told you it was my first time, I was being thick.

'To ease the passage,' he kissed me on the chin and then on the lips. 'You
wanna do this?'

'More than anything,' I replied although I could feel my nerves starting to
twitch. His penis wasn't all that big in your hand but how's about when it
was in your body? I wasn't a big kid, l had visions of his hardness
rupturing my spleen or something horrible.

'Relax. Chill out,' he spoke in my ear. 'If I hurt you tell me .....'

'Too bloody true.'

'Don't worry, I'll be gentle and then you can have me.' He hugged me
again. 'I want us both to have fun.'

'I'll go for that,' I croaked.

'Lie on your side and face away from me,' he instructed.

'I thought I lay on my belly or on my back with my legs in the air.'

'This is the easiest way for the first time, believe me,' he snuggled in
behind me as I turned. I felt his hardness slip against my cheeks but he
just slowly rubbed against my crack. 'Alright?' he nuzzled at the back of
my neck.

'Yeah, nice.' It was the feel of his hot cock rubbing up and down on my
crack was great, the feel of his warm body on my back was nice as well, I
could quite easily drop off to sleep. 'Jeeeesus Christ.' Talk about taking
the Lord's name in vain. I'd just felt oily fingers between my cheeks and
they were so bloody cold, I relaxed a couple of seconds later, he was
massaging my pucker oiling me up for what was to come or even cum.

The next shock was when one of his fingers slipped through my back door, I
felt a little disgust but to be honest it was quite nice, one finger
slipping in and then moving slowly to and fro, I wriggled back against it,
I wanted him to go deeper. To my absolute horror I felt myself getting
harder especially when that finger began to massage a certain something in
my body, it was fantasic. 'Harder,' I groaned pushing back more forcefully.

'Not yet,' he whispered and I felt his finger glide free.

I felt empty, I was just getting to enjoy that. I knew what he was doing,
he'd told me earlier, the anal muscle needed relaxing before the first
fuck. It was no big deal and it saved any great pain if the sphincter was
relaxed. The next shock came as I felt a thicker mass move against my ring
and two fingers slipped inside my shute. 'Aaah,' I groaned and waited until
they stroked against that spot again and started to push back. He was sorta
stirring or moving his fingers around, by the time he'd finished I'd be
able to park a London bus up there. I laughed into the pillow at the
thought.

'Well you're not in pain then,' he commented.

'Just had a vision of your fingers up my bum,' I clutched my mate the
pillow, his fingers were moving faster and all of a sudden they withdrew.

'Ready?' he whispered and I felt his slippery knob slip between my cheeks.

'Go on.' I tensed my body up and my arse cheeks clamped like a vice.

'Relax, otherwise I'll never get in,' he whispered urgently.

I did as he said and then it happened. The thing I'd dreamt about for so
long was fucking a boy and getting fucked in return. It was happening right
now only not quite how I'd expected. I felt his lump, his knob or his
glans, whatever, push against my ring and then pain, the bloody thing was
stretching me and suddenly I felt a jerk. God it was stretching my virgin
ring and suddenly the stretching eased, his knob was inside me and now his
shaft was gently moving to and fro just a fraction at a time. My arse felt
like it was on fire and with that went the feeling of being stretched and
being filled.

I clamped my cheeks and then relaxed, I heard him gasp and then kiss me
hard and wetly on the side of the face.

'Kiss me,' he muttered, I could feel his hot meat moving to and fro, still
slowly but sinking deeper. I turned my head and my lips messily found
his. 'Christ, you are so tight.' he gasped and moved in a little more. I
knew he just wanted to ram it in and fuck because that's what I'd want to
do but he didn't. We tried to keep the kiss going and as he sank into my
body I felt his restraint and I loved him for it.

'Aaah,' I gasped. I couldn't help it I could feel his warm belly against my
spine and his crisp pubics against my bottom. 'Just about there,' he
whispered and I felt his hand come around and grasp my aching
cock. 'Ooooh,' He was there, I could feel his nuts up against my bum and
his five and a bit inches felt like a huge log up my arse. he'd taken me, I
was a virgin no longer.

'You alright,' he stirred himself inside me and moved to and fro a little
more.

'Fuck me, Pete.' There it was, I'd said it.

'This is so nice,' he crooned and started to move faster. I can't say I was
all that comfortable so I adventured. I rolled onto my belly and he came
with me gently fucking all the way. 'Open your legs,' he crooned as I
settled into the new postion.

I did that, I clutched my pillow and opened my legs and that was it, I felt
him sink in even deeper and then start to fuck for real. He didn't go mad,
don't get me wrong but he started to pull more out and then slip it right
into the root, again and again and all the time it was stroking that
special spot inside me. I was so hard and I was so hot, I pushed up against
his thrusts and I could hear the muffled slap as his sweaty belly hit my
back on each downward stroke. his cock felt like a flesh covered bar inside
me moving faster and faster.

Did I like it? Yes I bloody well did. So there you go, I was a fully paid
up gay boy. I was being fucked like a girl by another boy. So fuckin' what?

'Christ, I love you Jack,' Peter babbled and strated to ram into my arse
like a jack rabbit, I just groaned and rammed my bum into his midriff. 'I'm
cumming,' he moaned. God that was quick. the next bit was amazing. I
actually felt his hot cock seemed to swell and then the pulsing or the
throbbing and the feel of his hot juices jetting up inside of me, it was
incredible. I could feel his boy sex inside of me and it was pumping spunk
deep into my belly, I was fucked, a sixteen year old kid had cum in my body
and I loved it. I wriggled back onto his still spurting cock and wallowed
in the wetness and the slipperyness as his cum covered penis now glided in
and out of my well battered bottom.

'Jeez,' you little monster,' I tried to turn to kiss him but he just
slipped free and I felt wetness at my rear. He was at my side pushing me
over again and smothering me with kisses. 'Was it alright?' I managed to
ask.

'Wonderful , beautiful,' Peter babbled until I shut him up by slipping my
tongue into his mouth. I loved compliments but there's no need to go
overboard.

'Good,' I pressed him back into the mattress and kissed him long and
hard. If he was happy then I was happy. End of story.

We must have lay in our sweat and spunky smell for a good fifteen minutes
before we came down from whatever cloud we were on.

'You were good,' he lightly kissed me on the cheek. 'Sure it was your first
time?'

'Cheeky pratt,' I looked at him in the gloom and just made out his grin, he
was joking.

'You can do me from the front, you'll like it,' he looked at me still
grinning.

'You'll have to show me.'

'Easy peasy, Mr Dick does all the work,' he laughed softly. 'I wanna see
you when you cum, I wanna kiss you when you cum in me.'

'Sounds good,' It did, it sounded terrific and the next time he did me I
wanted it from the front, I wanted to see the look on his face when he
climaxed, when he spurted all that cum into my body, I just wanted to look
at him, my beautiful little blond boy. If I had to share him now and then I
wouldn't like it but I couldn't lose him, not now. We were boy lovers and
that was it.

'Come on, I want you in me, Jack. I want you to fuck me,' he struggled free
from my embrace and lay on his back with his legs open. 'Kneel between my
knees.'

I did just that, I felt a bit of a wally kneeling upright in the near dark
with my dick jutting up, I rubbed my hand over my glans and felt the
slipprey smear of precum. God I was so hard.

'Closer,' Peter whispered and raised his knees to his chest. I couldn't
quite make it out but I knew his little ring awaited me. 'Just smear a bit
of this on my fanny, not a lot though.'

I nearly burst out laughing when he called it a fanny but now was not a
good time to start laughing, I took the tube he handed me and squeezed just
a little dollop onto my fingers. If my memory was right Savlon was for
burns but it was slippery and didn't smell, a bit safer to carry around
than one of the sexual lubricants I imagined.

I got right close and leant down to kiss him, I felt my hardness slip
against his flaccid cock as we kissed and I reached down to his tautly
spread bottom and stroked the salve across his ring.

'Yessss.' he sighed.

I slipped my finger through his sphincter and felt his warm interior, I
felt that circular muscle grip my finger as I slowly moved it.  On full
auto I bent a little to get a position, I felt his legs move and his smooth
calves rest on my shoulder as my precum annointed glans found his hole, I
nudged gently.

'Do it, Jack,' he croaked and put his hands onto my hips. I broke the kiss,
I slowly pushed and my hardness just slid with absolutely no effort into
his hot flesh. 'Aaaah,' he tensed up but then immediately relaxed as I
slipped inside what must have been two inches of my rampant meat. 'Fuck
me,' he whispered urgently. I tried to go slow as he had but I knew he was
no virgin, he'd had it before, there was no need to be too gentle.

I started to move in and out savouring every little moment, every little
squeeze of his boy fanny around my stiff meat and every sigh of
satisfaction he made as I fucked.

'Harder, deeper,' he whispered. He must know what he wanted. I started to
move faster, rougher, I groaned with satisfaction as I sheathed my boy
prick deep into his welcoming and willing flesh. 'That is so good, Jack,'
he forced himself up onto my thrusts and pulled my hips as if to keep me
inside. I felt like each thrust was heaven and each withdrawal wasn't. I
was getting into the swing of things now, my penis felt somehow detached,
it felt like I was on the outside watching my achingly hard cock plough
into the boy's sweet arse.

'Yes, yes, yes,' he moaned as I began to tear into him thrusting and
ramming into his tender bottom, I wasn't to far off cuming and I wanted it
to go on forever.

'I'm cuming,' I groaned, I could feel the heat building up in my balls.

'Kiss me when you cum,' he pleaded.

I did. I rammed into him and dropped my head at the same time. My lips were
glued to his, my tongue was in his mouth as I felt my cock swell and start
to pump. I'd never cum so much, we kissed frantically and my young cock
just spurted and splashed my youthful spunk deep into his belly. I moved
gently to and fro holding the kiss as I felt the final spurts fill him. As
I moved I could feel my own juice oozing from his hole and coat my balls
and pubics, I'd flooded him with my passion.

'That was something else,' he whispered as he dropped his legs and I lay on
him belly to belly, I felt my exhausted boyhood slip from it's semen
drenched nest. My first fuck and it was all over. 'You're so good,' he
giggled as we rolled onto our sides and cuddled.

'Ain't so bad yourself, Peter,' I snuggled up and we just dozed for a bit.

'Ollie fancies you.' He spoke as we were both getting hard again. Great to
be a boy isn't it?

'And?'

'We could do a threesome.'

'Jeez, let's get the night over first,' I grinned in the dark. A fuckin'
threesome, I was having a hard enough job coming to terms with the fact
that I'd just become a twosome. Mind you I remember that grope of Ollie's
groin, now there would be a challenge.

'My turn,' he whispered and rolled me onto my back.

'Peter .....' I heard myself wail. 'I'm all squishy.'

'Great,' he cackled and knelt between my legs.

'Bit rougher this time,' I murmured as I raised my knees. I could get to
like this big time.
 

					The End


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