Date: Thu, 27 Nov 2003 06:15:10 EST
From: GCutter66@aol.com
Subject: The Shoplifter - Part 1

WARNING: This story is homoerotic in content, This means that if features
sex between consenting men, youths and maybe boys. If you don't like this
sort of stuff LEAVE NOW. If you are under age in your particular area LEAVE
NOW. If you're OK with this READ ON.

In my alternate Universe there are no such things as AIDS and STDs so my
characters have no use for condoms and the like.

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THE SHOPLIFTER

PART 1


by


G. Cutter



Adam looked at his watch, is had just gone seven thirty and he wasn't due
to close until eight, he sighed and wandered into the little office located
to the rear of his serving counter. He was going through a rather sustained
bout of depression as his partner and aide, Matthew had flown the coop two
days previously leaving him with the running of the store and all that
entailed with just one helper. Unfortunately, that one helper a boy of
around sixteen had the night off. Young Andy had booked it well in advance
and Adam didn't want to upset the kid as he was the only staff he had at
the moment and he didn't want him to walk out as well.

Adam had gained his manager's position through a friend, he'd never run a
video store, or for that matter any store before but the work was easy if
the hours were a bit off planet. Fortunately, a large above store flat came
with the job and it seemed ideal, he'd moved his lover, Matthew in, and
they seemed set for a life of moderate work and maximum nooky. That was all
OK until Matthew had decided that shopwork wasn't for him and living in
Brighton wasn't really his scene either. The pair had discussed things,
argued in the end and the outcome was that Matthew had walked out and
returned to London with the avowed intention of not returning.

'Bloody good job too,' Adam muttered to himself and lit up a cigarette, his
own rules forbade him smoking in view of the customers. In any event there
were only three people in the shop, a pair who may have been brother and
sister and a young scruff browsing through the Playstation stuff. All Adam
wanted to do was to get upstairs to the flat have something to eat and
drink and chill out. Saturday was a busy day but the boy Andy would be in
to assist around eleven in the morning.

Andy would make an ideal partner Adam thought but he had no idea if the kid
was gay or even 'aware', they'd never talked too much but there was
time. Adam didn't like being lonely but he didn't like cruising either, he
was in a bit of a fix. He was only twenty himself and he needed a partner,
it seemed un-natural for a randy twenty year old to be stuck in a flat on
his own in the so called gay capital of the South Coast. The problem with
having a flat above a shop was that you couldn't afford to ignore the
demands of the shop itself.

He served the boy and girl couple and looked at the other kid, he was still
browsing. He moved back into the little office and his cigarette and
watched the kid through the one way window. Curious, the boy looked at the
couple leaving and looked around, seeing no one around he moved rapidly
nearer to the counter and started to look at the horror section.

Adam perked up, something was going on here. Probably thinking he was alone
the boy was giving the place a good old survey, he was upto something.

'Can I help you?' Adam came out of the office into the serving area.

'Nah, just looking,' the boy gave Adam a cheeky grin. Adam nodded, not good
looking not a dog either, he looked to be around fifteen or sixteen, pretty
much the same as young Andy. However, Andy had really black hair and was a
bit of a beach boy type, a bit of a lady's man, this kid was shorter,
scruffy verging on grubby and had short spikey brown hair which seemed to
need a good wash. He was wearing a bulky anorak although the weather was
pretty mild.  Adam thought he could have been one of the local rent boys or
maybe not, there were a lot of unattached kids wandering around Brighton in
the summer and quite a few were runaways seeking their fortune or maybe
just a living. Adam would be the first to admit that being gay slanted your
view on life somewhat, Matthew had always seen other males as gay, semi
gay, repressed gays or closet queens ... straight men, youths or boys just
didn't exist in his distorted view of the world.

Adam had often argued on this point when Matthew had wobbled on, but
Matthew was unbendable, everyone was gay and if they weren't they should
be. To him that was the end of it.

'You can't hire here unless you're a menber.' Adam looked at his watch,
twenty minutes to go. 'Free membership, no signing up fee.'

'Can't be bad,' the boy moved to the counter and looked at Adam. 'Gimme a
form then ...... please.'

'Here you go,' Adam placed a form and a pen on the counter and stood back
and watched. He tried to make out what the boy was writing but gave
up. Finally the kid spun the form around and placed the pen on the counter.

'Phillip Brown, Room 14, YMCA, age 16,' Adam read out and reached for a
membership card. He hummed a couple of bars of YMCA as he filled in the red
ticket.

'Village People,' Phillip Brown contributed.

'Yeah,' Adam laughed and tried to visualise young Phillip in a feathered
war bonnet, a breechclout and bare belly but failed miserably.

'Feel free to look around Mr Brown, I'll be closing up in twenty minutes or
so.'

'Ta,' the boy grinned took his card and wandered back to the video racks.

Adam withdrew to the small office again and peered through the one way
glass, there was something fishy about this kid. The YMCA? No one in their
right mind would rent out videos or games to someone living at a temporary
address, surely the boy realised this. Anyway, the scruff didn't look like
he had ten pence to call his own. Adam was sure the boy smelt, maybe
overdue for a bath, or at least a change of clothing. He looked like a
runaway and he looked like he was living rough.

Woops, Adam stopped thinking and started spying, the kid was on the move
and he was nearing the counter, the cigarettes, the sweets and the cash
register. Adam observed through his glass.

'Anyone around?' the boy called out.

Adam silently opened the side door which led to the short passageway that
led to the upstairs accomodation and also to the side door which was
situated right next door to the shop entrance.

The boy reached out and picked up the charity St Bernados child which must
have contained a whole pound in coins if that. Adam watched as the boy
stuffed the plastic crippled boy containing whatever money was in it into
one of his large 'poacher's pockets, he then started to slowly move to the
entrance of the counter.

'Hello?'

Adam made his move, he slipped out of the side door and shot down the
passage into the street. He was in time to see the boy grab some cigarettes
from the rack and move towards the exit at a run.

Perfect timing. Adam burst through the shop doorway just as the boy made a
grab for the handle.

'Oh, there you are.'

'Here I am Mr Brown,' Adam smiled. 'I had to pop out for a moment. Can I
help you.' Adam stayed in the doorway blocking the shoplifter's exit.

'Nah. No thanks,' the boy mustered a smile. 'I gotta go and meet a friend,
I'll try again tomorrow.'

'What no cigarettes? No plastic charity thingy,' Adam laughed, shut the
door and kicked the door's bolt down with his heel. 'You're in deep shit,
kid.'

'What d'ya mean?'

'Come on, dogbreath, I've just caught you shoplifting. Get upto the counter
before I kick you in the nuts.'

Young Mr Brown looked at Adam with a sneer but Adam was slightly bigger
than he was and more muscled, he wasn't a body builder by any means but he
was certainly a tougher cookie than the boy was and the kid admitted
defeat. He walked over to the counter followed by Adam, the worst was yet
to come.

'If you don't mind emptying the pockets of that filthy thing you're
wearing..'

'You can't make me do this.'

'I can phone the police and then it's out of my hands,' Adam spoke quite
reasonably. 'At the moment it's between you and I.'

'Is that good?'

'Depends if you prefer the police or a more local punishment. Anyway, let's
see what you've lifted.' Adam ignored the boy and raked through the grubby
coat, the kid wasn't going anywhere, he was locked in.

'One plastic charity thing with very little money in it,' Adam grinned and
rattled the plastic object. 'Three packets of my Superkings and four cheepo
lighters also about two quid in change.'

'That's mine,' the boy claimed hurriedly.

'Take your word for it,' Adam grinned, A plan was forming in his mind, he
didn't know if it was going to work or not but it all depended on how
scared this boy was of the police. He looked at the scruffy young
shoplifter trying to look unconcerned. 'That'll look well in the local
press, teenage junky steals charity money.....'

'I'm not a junky.'

'What was that name, Philip Brown? Genuine or not, Philip?'

'I've got a couple of old letters and things.'

'Yeah, turn out all your pockets, let's see if you're a liar as well as a
thief.'

Red faced Philip pulled out a squashed packet of Old Holborn with papers, a
YMCA tagged key, and a grubby letter which Adam saw was addressed to Philip
Brown at an address in North London. When Adam looked into the letter it
was merely a reminder regarding two missing library books.

'Score a plus for you, you can read. Score a minus, you nick library books
as well.'

'Do me a favour,' Philip sneered.

'No, you do me a favour sunshine. You have been captured stealing from my
little video store. You have been captured stealing charity money. You have
been fuckin' captured, do you understand me.'  Adam glared at the
boy. 'You're a breath away from the Brighton Bill and a night in their
cells, do you bloody well understand me or are you a complete thicko?'

'Yeah, alright, alright,' Philip held his hands up as if to protect
himself. 'Listen, I'm sorry, I really am. I don't want the police involved,
I'll do anything you want, I just don't need the police.'

'Is that because you're a runaway?'

'How do you know?'

'Brighton's crawling with your mob this time of the year, more bother than
you're worth.'

'I'm sixteen, they can't send me back.'

'That's true but they can send you to a Young Offender's Institution. You
have no one to vouch for you, no permanent address, they really haven't got
any option.'

'I don't want that,' Philip looked at Adam with the hint of a tear in his
eyes. 'Listen, I'll do anything, I'll work for free, cleaning, whatever.'
The boy was clearly clutching at straws.

'I don't want the police here,' Adam was trying his Mr Reasonable bit. 'But
why should I help you out, I couldn't trust you for a second, I'd need eyes
in the back of my head.'

'You can trust me,' Philip almost shouted. 'I'll really work, I'll make it
upto you.'

'So you breeze off to the YMCA and come back at nine in the morning, is
that it,' Adam grinned. 'You must think I'm some sort of a halfwit.'

'I dunno,' Philip looked at the floor. He was on the ropes, Adam knew that,
he also knew that the more he watched the kid the more he liked him. Philip
certainly wasn't an oil painting by any means but he had quite startling
grey eyes and who knows difference a bath and some fresh clothing might do
to him. Adam was in as much of a trap as the boy, he couldn't let the kid
go scot free but keeping him would create problems as well. At least he had
the place to himself and he hadn't got the Matthew bitch to worry about.

'Take your shoes and socks off, Phil.'

'What?'

'When did you last eat and drink?'

'About eight this morning.' Philip was looking confused.

'Twelve hours,' Adam smiled. 'I'm going to take you upto my place and do
you some sandwiches and something to drink. You are going to leave your
trainers and socks in the office and then I won't have to worry about you
doing a runner ..... unless you want to run off down the street in your
grubby feet.'

'Orrite,' Philip must have seen light at the end of the tunnel as he leant
against the counter and removed a pair of absolutely rotten trainers and a
pair of socks which were hovering between disgusting and totally
disgusting.

'Jeez, your trotters stink.'

'Thanks,' Philip retorted. 'I don't like the showers in the Y, there's some
dodgy geezers about.'

'Yeah, you gotta pay as well,' Adam laughed. 'You can have a bath later but
you must clean it afterwards.'

'I haven't got any fresh gear.'

'You won't need gear,' Adam said blandly. 'Upstairs, trough time.'

Philip was confused. He didn't know what was going on. This manager or
whatever he was had him dead to rights, he had either to follow the bloke's
instructions or face the police. The easy way out was to go with the flow
and that's what he intended to do. He was a bit nervy about the crack
regarding not needing gear but this manager seemed pretty young, a bit too
young to be a dirty old man.

'Straight up, the kitchen's to the right,' Adam followed his guest
switching off the shop lights from the master switch just inside the door.

'You live over the shop?' Philip hovered at the foot of the stairs watching
Adam lock the inside doors.

'Smart kid,' Adam mocked. 'Are you sixteen or fifteen?'

'Sixteen in a month,' Philip mumbled.

''So they could send you home,' the young man laughed and prodded his
captive up the stairs. 'Looks like we need to talk.' He followed Philip
down the small passage at the top into the kitchen which was situated
directly above the shop's main display. 'I was thinking of doing the
Christian bit and looking after you for a bit but the age changes things.'

'Why?' Philip slumped at the kitchen table as Adam motioned.

'The Law, the good old English Law. Under sixteen you're trouble, over
sixteen not so much. Adam put the kettle on. 'A couple of pork pies, bread
and cheese and stuff?'

'Whatever.'

'Good, do it yourself,' Adam lounged against the cooker. 'I'm not into
flunkeying.' He looked at Philip and laughed. 'For Christ's sake cheer up,
you eat, all the stuff's in the fridge and the cupboard. You do what you
want, I'll make the tea or coffee if you prefer.'

'Right.' There was silence for a while as Philip busied himself making a
pair of hefty sandwiches and Adam made two large mugs of sweet tea, pretty
plain fare but enough to fill a hole. Nourishment was what this kid needed
not fancy foodstuffs. Adam sat down and watched Philip stuff his face. It
was nearing the time to put the plan into action, it was coming on nine
o'clock and he wanted to relax and have a couple of drinks not to argue the
toss with a young shoplifter.

'So what happens now?' Philip looked suitably subdued.

'It's difficult.' Adam lit one of his rare cigarettes. 'Smoke if you want,
I don't mind but not down in the shop.'

'Right,' Philip dragged out his scruffy pack of roll your owns.

'I was thinking of making you work out a week's punishment helping Andy and
myself in the store. The upside is that you get room to earn a bit, get
yourself cleaned up and get some food inside yourself. A week should give
you time to sort your head out. You can't just float around Brighton
shoplifting, the Lewes nick is full of kid's like that.'

'What,' Philip looked astonished. 'You're trust me in the store?'

'Not on your own, buddy boy. With Andy or with myself.' Adam laughed. 'I'll
know in a couple of days, I'll be watching you like a hawk and so will
Andy.'

'What's he like?'

'Lives around the corner, he's sixteen, dark haired pretty well built,
rather nice.' Adam missed Philip's quick look when he made the 'rather
nice' comment.

'I won't let you down.'

'I'm not going to give you much of a chance to,' Adam admitted. 'You play
straight and we'll get on OK.'

'Yeah,' Philip smiled slightly. 'How old are you..... if you don't mind me
asking.'

'Twenty and the name's Adam or Ad if we ever get to be matey.'

'Right, Adam.' Philip seemed to pull himself together in some way and
looked straight across the table. 'You're giving me a chance after pulling
a crap move, so I gotta say, thank you. I won't let you down and I'll try
and keep you happy.'

'Good' Adam smiled wondering about the kid's curious turn of phrase, 'keep
you happy,' that sounded promising. Maybe he was reading too much into
Philip's little speech.

'Bath for you, Philip and bed or a bit of TV and a can or two.'

'Why are you doing all this for me, Adam?' Philip looked at Adam with a
slight smile. 'You after something?'

'Could be,' Adam didn't bother denying what Philip may or may not suspect,
let the boy find out for himself.

'I'll show you the bathroom, it's just down the passageway.'

'Where am I sleeping, you got a cell somewhere?'

'Somewhere more comfortable than a cell,' Adam got to his feet and led the
way. 'Bung all that rotten kit out of the door and I'll find you a
sweatshirt and some jogging pants, they'll be a bit big but no matter.'

Adam showed Phillip the bathroom and went to sort out some kit for his
guest, the kid wasn't going to run anywhere with no footwear. As he raked
around for the smallest of his old kit he suddenly realised that Philip was
making no signs of running anywhere, perhaps he was going to give the offer
a try. That was not to say that he would be too happy at sharing a bed. He
went back to the bathroom and the boy was standing waiting for the bath to
fill, he'd hurriedly stripped and had wrapped a large bathtowel around his
waist. Adam noticed he had a nice boyish body, he also noticed that he had
an earing in his left ear albeit a small one with a boy's body on the verge
of becoming a young man, quite well developed but not overly so.

'I put all my gear in a heap,' Philip had the grace to look
embarassed. 'It's all a bit yeuchy.'

'No matter.'

'You're not going to supervise me, are you,' Philip looked at Adam and he
actually smiled the first genuine smile since the whole sorry episode had
started.

'I'd like to but I'll leave you in peace,' Adam picked up Philip's grotty
gear and put a pair of air force blue jogging pants and a navy blue
sweatshirt on the toilet seat, at least he had some clothing to wear when
he'd finished.

'Join me in the lounge after your bath, I'll put the fire on and we can
have a beer.' Adam was tempted to stay but he knew he'd only make the boy
uncomfortable. Anyway, he had all night to see a naked Phillip, there was
no rush, one thing he did notice was that the boy had a heart tattoo on his
left shoulder, a bit unusual for a fifteen year old.

'OK, see you in a bit,' Phillip waited for Adam to close the door before
dropping the towel and slipping into the foamy bath. He soaked in the warm
water and thought. In fact, after comitting a criminal act and acting like
a right prick things had turned out well, he'd come up trumps. The fact
that Adam would probably want a little more than a bit of shop service to
complete the deal wasn't lost on him.

Adam was a sight better than some of the older gays who had chatted him up
at the YMCA and considerably better than some of the rough trade that had
eyed him down on the Promenade. He stood and soaped his groin and his
privates. Yeah, maybe a bit of a kiss and cuddle wouldn't go amiss, he
could feel his organ thicken as it filled with blood, the dark haired
twenty year old was quite nice, not too butch but certainly not femme
either. He dunked back into the water, half an hour in front of a fire with
a can sounded great, he'd sleep like a log provided Adam didn't come on too
strong.

He probably spent around twenty minutes in the bath before draining it and
cleaning it properly as he'd been instructed. He noticed that Adam hadn't
provided underwear but what the Hell, it was nearly bedtime anyway, he
yawned as he left the bathroom and headed for the sound of the television,
he was knackered.

'Who's a pretty boy then?' Adam greeted his guest as Philip entered the so
called lounge .

'I feel like a new man,' Philip grinned as he entered the room and closed
the door behind.

'Could be your lucky night then,' Adam laughed. A pregnant pause and Philip
laughed too, they seemed to be speaking the same language.

'Can o' beer or a coke.'

'Coke's fine.'

'OK. Make yourself comfortable.' Adam got up and went to a drinks bar that
took up one corner of the room. He looked at Philip as the boy sat on the
sofa by the fire, the sofa he'd just vacated. God, a bath and some fresh
clothing made all the difference, Philip wasn't exactly a vision of
loveliness but he had a nice firm body, he wasn't ugly and he was at least
clean, whether or not he was housetrained was another matter. He seemed
basically well mannered and polite but time would tell.

They were going to share a bed tonight, Adam was sure that Philip would
accept that fact. He had no intention of forcing himself on the boy, if
Philip didn't want to play, he didn't have to but Adam just had a gut
feeling that things might progress, the kid was certainly no innocent that
was for sure.

'I feel so much better,' Philip accepted the can with a thank you. 'It's
nice and cosy in here. Do you live by yourself?' The question came out of
the blue.

'Yeah,' Adam grinned and sat alongside Philip on the sofa and relaxed. 'My
partner's split and gone back to London.'

'What business partner?' Philip reddened. 'Or.......?'

'Partner, partner,' Adam laughed. 'He's history, don't worry about him.'

'You're the Boss.'

'About tomorrow,' Adam started. 'We don't open the store until midday but
Andy comes in around eleven and we sort out the returns that have come into
the box. Business depends on the weather, if it's a grotty night we could
be busy, if it's a nice night probably less so. I'll try and work it so
that there's always someone with you, either myself or young Andy.'

'So, you're going to trust me a bit then?'

'Just a bit,' Adam decided honesty was the best policy. 'You can't fiddle
the till because everything is computerised and there's a check at the end
of the day. However, you can nick out of the till although any missing
money would show up at the end of the day.'

'I won't do that, trust me,' Phillip spoke quite earnestly and Adam wanted
to believe him, he was beginning to like the boy and he was desperate for
company. He wanted a working playmate even if only for a short while, he
needed help in the shop and he wanted someone in his bed, it was as easy as
that.

'We'll wander over Marks and Sparks tomorrow and get you some underwear and
a pair of jeans, t-shirts and trainers you can pick up cheap at the Sunday
morning market.

'I ain't got any dosh, I'm skint.'

'I know that,' Adam reached over and squeezed Philip's knee. 'We'll work
something out.'

'I'm not a rent boy,' Philip muttered going red again.

'I meant we can sort it out with your wages,' Adam backtracked. 'Anyway,
what's wrong with being a rent boy, it's an honest living, got to be better
than shoplifting.'

'Matter of attitude, I suppose,' Philip looked at the television, he didn't
really want to discuss the pros and cons of selling one's body especially
when he'd been thinking of what it would be like to have sex with a man,
that man being Adam. He'd played the normal boy games in the past but he'd
never actually fucked. He'd blown and been blown but full scale sex, never.

'No probs,' Adam copped another feel of leg. 'I don't want to argue at this
time of night.'

''Right,' Phillip agreed. 'What's this Andy like?'

'Tasty,' Adam laughed.

''Don't mean that,' Phillip grinned. 'I'm not into boys.'

'What about twenty year olds?'

'Dunno.' It was time for the maidenly blush again.

'Sorry,' Adam grinned. 'Don't want to upset you. Let's drop it. Do you want
another can?'

'No thanks, I'll be running out to the toilet all night else.'

'Yeah, you're right.'

'What time's bedtime?' Phillip asked the question like a small boy.

'As soon as you like,' Adam smiled. 'Don't worry, I won't attack you
tonight.'

'What about tomorrow night?'

'No promises,' Adam laughed. 'Come on I'll show you where.'

Adam gave Philip a quick tour of the flat, there were two bedrooms on the
first floor although one had the bed racked up against the wall and was
full of video cases and boxes, Adam explained that it was in use as an
additional stockroom. He also told Philip that there were a further two
rooms and a disused bathroom on the top floor which only had access though
a very narrow staircase. Unfortunately, the staircase went from within the
flat and didn't continue from the shop staircase so it was impossible to
rent it out.

'I was thinking of getting a builder in and gutting it out. It'd make a
nice studio flat with it's own bathroom,' Adam grinned at Philip, 'I think
Andy may be looking for a place, he's not too happy at home.'

'Yeah,' Philip yawned showing a massive disinterest in Andy's problems.

'Bed,' Adam declared and led Philip to the bedroom. One thing he had done
was to demonstrate that, in fact, Philip couldn't have his own bedroom,
there wasn't one available. 'We can have a lie in tomorrow, get up around
nine thirty or ten.'

'Sounds good,' Philip yawned again, he was a bit worried about how the
night was going to develop but things were out of his hands now. At the end
of the day he had no footwear and no clothing of his own, he could hardly
do a runner at this late stage. He knew Adam was gay, the young man had
made no secret of that, it was all down to Adam.

'I've got some sleeping pants and an old t-shirt here if you're modest, I
sleep bare arsed myself.'

'Oh.'

'Your choice,' Adam grinned. 'I'm just going down to check all the locks
and I'll be back up. You can hop into bed without me oggling you.' Adam
left the room to Philip.

'Naked or clothed,' Philip mused for a moment and slipped his gear off
letting it drop onto the floor. 'Naked,' he laughed shortly and slipped in
between the cool sheets. 'Give the landlord a treat.'

He lay in the bed in silence, the bedroom faced the back of the house which
faced a service road but there was no movement out there not even the yowl
of a stray cat. He heard movement dowstairs as Adam did what he had to do
and then the sound of his footsteps on the stairs. Philip closed his eyes,
he didn't want Adam to think he was watching whilst he undressed.

Adam came into the room and switched the ceiling light off just leaving the
room illuminated by the one bedside light. Philip heard him sit on the bed
and by the movements suspected the older boy was shedding his shoes and
socks.

'Gawd, I'm so tired,' Adam sighed and Philip heard the sound of a zip, the
moment of truth was arriving. He was going to be naked in bed with a man,
albeit a young man but for the very first time. A gay young man, his brain
reminded him.

'Nice and cosy in here,' Philip wriggled in the bed. He had to say
something.

'Cosier with two,' Adam chuckled and Philip heard the sound of clothing
being removed, Adam must be naked by now.

The bedclothing was lifted one side and the bed dipped. Philip was tempted
to move away when he felt Adam move in but he held his ground, they had to
establish bodily contact sooner or later.

'Mmm,' Adam clicked the light off and Philip felt the older boy's knee
glance off his hip, Adam must be laying on his side. Philip silently and
with great care moved just a little closer, perhaps he wasn't that tired
after all, he could feel his penis filling out, he hadn't had the chance to
have a wank or anything for about four days and he was a healthy fifteen
year old after all.

One of Philip's feet made contact with Adam's. 'Cor, your feet are cold.'
He giggled in the dark, he was sailing into uncharted waters, the person in
the bed with him was gay, he was also partnerless, Philip knew he was
skating on very thin ice.

'I thought you were tired,' Adam whispered and Philip felt Adam's feet play
with his, it was quite nice really.

'I was,' Philip spoke back quietly and moved again, very carefully and
quietly.

'You move any closer and you'll be in trouble,' Adam's body finally made
contact with Philip's, Philip could feel the heat from his bed mate and
finally he felt pressure against his side, Adam's belly was pressing
against him and he felt something else, lower. He knew instantly what it
was, it was Adam's penis and it was against his thigh, and it was semi
erect. He turned to face Adam and his own prick which had now hardened to a
full blown erection slipped against his bedmate's.

'Oops, sorry,' Philip felt himself go red in the dark.

'No probs,' Adam whispered and then to Philip's shock he felt the other
boy's hands on his hips pulling them into a much closer embrace. 'That's
better,' Adam sighed as he cuddled the slender fifteen soon to be sixteen
year old.

'Yeah,' Philip choked, he could feel Adam's firm body against his and the
heat and the smoothness had driven his boy cock to super hardness. The
shame of it. He could almost feel the ooze of precum, if he didn't control
himself he'd be cumming in a minute.

'You're a very hot young man,' Adam whispered and one hand encircled
Philip's hard shaft and the other crept up and clasped the back of Philip's
neck, Philip could feel himelf being drawn even closer together. 'Very hot,
very nice.' Philip almost fainted as he felt dry lips nuzzle at his neck
and Adam's own stiffness press against his leg. The older boy slowly moved
his hand up and down the younger boy's surprisingly solid cock. Adam
grinned in the dark, the kid was better built than he'd expected, he was
also not that tired, a fact that was pretty well confirmed by the hot
hardness in his hand, he had to have at least five inches of very hot
boyflesh in his grip, he slowly ran the boy's foreskin over his glans and
grinned even more when Philip twitched and ooohed.

'You're alright yourself,' Philip croaked, he'd given up and put his arms
around the older boy's waist, there was no going back now.

'Try this then,' Adam smiled in the gloom and settled his lips onto
Philip's, Philip tried to cry out but as he opened his mouth Adam's tongue
slid in and immediately slipped up against his own, the boy was lost, he
allowed Adam to ravish his mouth and then fought back, his tongue forced
it's way into Adam's mouth and they shared a breathless and breathtaking
french kiss.

'Gawd,' Philip groaned as they parted, he didn't see Adam's cheeky smile in
the dark. The young man upped the ante, he dropped his head and nibbled at
one of Philip's nipples and the youngster groaned and wriggled. His cock
was now as hard as a pole and there was no doubt about it, it's glans was
slippery and sticky with precum, he was very seriously on the up, he needed
some sort of relief.

'Nice tits,' Adam sniggered and transferred his wet attentions across
Philip's chest and took the other dark brown nub between his lips.

Philip had lost it. He just lay limply with his cock aching and begging
release, he never knew or realised that foreplay with a man could be such a
turn on, he could feel Adam's strong hand cupping his soft buns and
squeezing and stroking, he knew what the other was after ..... but not on
their first date surely.

'Ad,' Philip whined, the Adam was lapping and kissing down the centre of
his chest onto his gently rounded belly, his reaction jerked. He knew what
came next, he wasn't totally inexperienced. A hot breath on his straining
knob, the quickest of licks across his slit swiping up a taste of precum
and then Adam's hotly wet mouth took in the end of his cock. 'Jeeesuz,
Adam,' Philip flopped like a stringless puppet and let Adam have his way.

The young man ran his lips up and down the youngster's surprisingly thick
shaft, the smell of soap and now the feel of hot cock in his mouth was
turning him on. He flathanded Philips smooth belly and moved up to toy with
one nipple whilst he mouthed the succulent fifteen year old penis. The
slippery taste of adolescent precum was in his mouth, Philip was leaking
like a tap. Adam felt the boy's balls tighten in their furry sac. Philip
made one wrong move to many and Adam swiftly slipped one finger deep into
the boy's butt penetrating the sweat coated pucker forcing a yell from the
writhing body trapped by his hands and mouth.

Jeez. Adam choked as spurt after spurt of thick creamy spunk shot from
Philip's rigid cock. God know's when the kid last had it off but Adam's
mouth and gullet were full to overflow with slippery juices. He withdrew
his mouth and felt the final spurt splash onto his chin, Philip was
drained.

Adam slid up Philip's sweat sheened body and was surprised to find Philip's
lips searching for his, they kissed fiercely and both savoured the taste of
boy cum. 'That's so disgusting,' Philip giggled and wiped excess cum from
Adam's chin, he licked his finger and Adam saw the gleam of his eyes in the
gloom. 'I'm gonna do you.'

'You don't have to,' Adam grinned. 'But I am as hard as a chocolate frog.'

'Do you want to fu..... do me?'

'Have you done it before?'

'Nah, I've done the sucky bit but not the fucky,' Philip giggled nervously.

'We're both tired, we can leave it until tomorrow,' Adam didn't want to
force the kid, he knew now that Philip was available and that was
enough. The kid was clean, he was fed and now he needed a good
rest. Tomorrow could look after itself.

'I wanna do this,' Philip followed Adam's example and dropped his head to
the older boy's chest, one hard little nipple and then the other, his hand
dropped and encircled Adam's hardness. 'That's big,' Philip laughed softly
as he lapped and nibbled. 'Going South,' he whispered and his hot breath
and even hotter tongue started to work it's way down Adam's body.

'And I thought you were a virgin,' Adam muttered and relaxed enjoying the
youngsters attentions. He nearly passed away when he felt Philip's hot
wetness engulf his knob and the boy's head started to bob up and down.

'I am where it counts,' Philip lifted his head briefly and then ducked his
head onto Adam's straining seven incher returning to his self appointed
task.

'Not for much longer, baby,' Adam smiled as he heard Philip choke a bit and
giggle. The way the boy was bent over he was able to reach out and caress
Philip's super smooth butt. The kid wasn't an expert but he knew how to
suck and Adam felt his heat rising, he was about to pop. 'Phil, I'm
cumming.'

It was too late for Philip to withdraw, one minute he was sucking solid
cock the next minute his mouth was full of spurting meat and creamy liquid,
he swallowed and gobbled as Adam seemed to cum forever. When it was over it
was back to spunky kissing and then drowsiness kicked in.

'Night, Boss,' Philip curled up and snuggled against Adam's warm body.

'Night, baby,' Adam closed his eyes and relaxed in the warmth. Not a bad
result for a Friday night.

Philip was the first to awaken on the Saturday morning, he was a bit
bemused and it took moments for him to remember where he was. One thing
brought him back to awareness and that was that he was in a comfortable bed
and there was a warm body pressed up against his, a smooth body, a youthful
body.

At least I didn't shack up with one of those old pervs at the Y, he
snuggled down into the warmth and then it all came back. The attempted
shoplifting episode, the bath and the snack and then the little period in
front of the television and ending up in bed with Adam. He was a bit
ashamed of what came next and maybe he flushed a bit snuggled up in this
bed, or more properly Adam's bed, all the same he could feel his meat
harden at the thought of Adam's hot mouth around his hardness and then him
doing the same thing to the other, his new Boss or his jailer depending on
how you look at things.

As he pressed back onto Adam's warmth he felt the older boy turn, something
hot and hard pressed against the softness of his buns, in fact, it nestled
at his crack and Philip grinned. Another day, another dollar.

'You awake, Ad?'

'Just about,' Adam's sleepy voice answered and Adam's arm came over Phil's
waist. 'Yum, yum. You always like that in the morning,' Adam's voice held a
hint of laughter as he encircled Philip's morning glory and squeezed the
hardness.

'Only in the mating season,' Philip giggled and pushed back even harder
feeling Adam's erection slip between his legs, needless to say he clamped
his legs hard trapping the older boy's penis in a velvety vice.

'Ooooh,' Adam began to move slowly. 'You have a fine bottom, young man.'

'It's yours,' Philip whispered, he didn't believe he'd said it.

'You don't expect me to make love at seven o'clock in the morning do you?'
Adam kept up his gentle to and fro movement and moved his hand up and down
Philip's penis a little faster.

'If you want to,' Philip replied in a very small voice.

'Tonight,' Adam slipped free and rolled his young lodger onto his back and
kissed him briefly. 'Tonight is honeymoon night.'

'Honeymoon night?' Philip giggled as he looked up at Adam who had propped
himself up on one elbow. 'What does that mean exactly.' He smiled as Adam
pressed up against him and looking at him intently. He hadn't realised last
night how good looking the twenty year old store manager was, he could have
done worse. If you're going to be used and abused you may as well do it
with a good looker.

'Honeymoon night,' Adam smiled slowly. 'That's where, I make love to you
and you make love to me. It's a sort of big thing, to me at least.'

'I thought I was serving out a punishment,' Philip hated himself for saying
it, he was pushing his luck, worse still he sounded almost like a little
fairy, a little poof.

'I hope things'll get past that stage. Adam ducked his head and kissed
Philip fully on the lips. Naturally Philip returned the kiss and it
developed into a frenzied tongue wrestling match as the early morning
sunshine began to stream through the half open curtains. 'I've got to have
some breakfast, like right now.'  Adam gasped as he broke free. He promptly
ducked his head even lower and grasping the base of Philip's cock in his
hand sank his mouth over the bulging and straing glans.

Philip moaned. Fuckin' breakfast, this was too much. God knows what time it
was but he seemed to remember Adam mentioning seven. Well if he can do a
dawn raid, so can I, the thought as he shuffled around in the bed
disturbing the bedclothes and exposing them both to the early morning
light. Adam grinned around Philip's succulent boystick, he knew exactly
where Philip was headed and the boy got his vote.

Just about turned Philip took Adam into his mouth and slowly and lovingly
ran his moist lips up and down Adam's thick shaft, he could have swore he
tasted just a hint of precum. He could feel Adam hard at work on his own
hardness and felt his furry ballsac tighten, this wasn't going to take too
long, he'd had sweet dreams and most of them concerned sex so he was pretty
hyper already. He felt Adam's mouth withdraw and the older boy's fist
closed firmly onto his slippery tumescence.

'I wanna see it pop,' Adam grinned down at Philip's bobbing head.

'Yeah,' Phil agreed, this was a new one, the learning curve went on for
ever.

'Tell me faster or slower,' Adam's fist pumped up and down Philip's aching
penis, Adam was ready to go and he could feel it was going to be a good one
and Philip wasn't too far off either.

'Yeah, faster,' Philip moaned and thrust his hips up into Adam's
fist. 'Jeeez,' he tensed as he felt his cum sear it's way up his shaft and
then four thick splashes of boy juice splattered onto Adam's face and upper
chest, a short pause and then another long streamer of creamy goo splashed
onto the older boy's lips.

But Philip wasn't the only one on heat, before he had time to take his
mouth from Adam's slipery penis He felt it jerk and pump into his mouth, he
gobbled and swallowed the thick creamy slipperyness as Adam moaned and
jerked spraying his young man's jism. Philip pulled off in time to get the
final couple of squirts on his cheek and jaw.

They fell apart spent and just about knackered.

'Now that was a good one,' Adam's spunk covered face slipped against
Philip's and they shared a slimy, cum tasting but rewarding kiss. 'You are
such a horny little boy,' Adam smiled. 'And it's your turn to make the
tea.'

'I gotta clean up first,' Philip grinned with his boyish face smeared with
their joint cum.

'I'll do that,' Adam laughed and started to lap Phil's face like a dog.

'That is so disusting,' Philip giggled helplessly as the older boy licked
him clean and then suddenly serious he grasped Adam and tentatively licked
at the cum streamers adorning the older boy's face. 'Icky,' he grinned.

'We've still got a couple of hours, we can have a drink and something to
eat and I'll show you how the shop works before Andy arrives.

'OK.' Philip snuggled under the wreckage of the bedding. 'Will this Andy be
alright with me?'

'Dunno,' Adam slipped from the bed. 'We'll find out won't we.' He stood
suddenly and ripped off the bedclothes. 'Quick wash and down to business.'

'OK.' Philip slipped somewhat reluctantly from the bed. His sexual horizons
were opening up and somewhat reluctantly he was looking forward to the
'honeymoon'. The thought of Adam taking him and himself taking Adam was
causing him to stiffen yet again.

'Come on, Phil, you bloody sex maniac,' Adam glanced down to Philip's groin
with a grin and left the room.

Philip got a surprise at breakfast, he found out that Adam could actually
cook, at least he managed a very passable fryup and he was a dab had at
toast which just happened to be Philip's staple diet. They weren't in a
hurry as Andy wasn't due until later.

'Are you gonna tell him about the shoplifting thing?' Philip avoided Adam's
eyes, he looked deeply into his tea which seemed to be the safest place.

'No, I don't think that's right, the crime like the punishment is best
between ourselves.' Adam lit up the first of his daily cigarettes. 'Smoke
if you want ... not in the shop though.'

'You told me,' Philip grinned. 'So, what's the story, how come I'm here?
He's bound to want to know.'

'Oh, he will,' Adam agreed. 'He's a right nosey parker.' He took the mugs
for a refill. 'I'm just going to tell him I met you hanging around the
Clocktower and you came home with me and you're staying on.'

'He'll think I'm a rent boy or something.' Philip frowned.

'As I said last night, what would you rather be, a rent boy or a thief?'

'Jeez,' I've said I'm sorry.'

'Yeah, I know,' Adam smiled. 'I'm giving you a chance here. I'm betting
that you were deperate and not a regular lifter, not like a lot of the kids
sniffing around here.' He looked at Philip steadily. 'If I lose my bet and
you steal from me again ..... I'll chop your fuckin' fingers off.'

'Gotcha,' Phil answered quietly. What else could he say?

'Anyway, enough,' Adam plonked another mug of tea in front of Philip. 'Come
downstairs and I'll give you a little show around the shop and at nine we
can shoot over Marks and Sparks and get you some drawers.'

'Drawers?'

'Briefs, boxers, whatever,' Adam laughed. 'Don't wanna be a dirty girl now,
do we.'

'Piss off.'

'That's better,' Adam laughed and took his new assistant down the stair to
the shop, it was learning time.

Philip learned that the store was part of a chain coming under the umbrella
of 'Dreams Inc' a German company that seemed to be into lots of
things. They bore no comparison to Blockbuster but they picked their areas
to set up and seemed to get it right most of the time. Philip also found
out that they had a large estate in Sussex where they entertained pop and
sporting stars old and new in a very private manner, Adam didn't elaborate
but he rather suggested that sex came into it somewhere. Phil took it all
with a pinch of salt, talk was cheap and even if Adam was a nice guy, nice
guys talk crap now and again.

Promptly on nine o'clock they invaded the local Marks and Spencer and
virtually kitted Philip out with underwear and sox. One pair of cargoes was
enough Adam decided, they could raid the local market Sunday morning it was
a lot cheaper. They had tea and a snack in one of the small establishments
in Churchill Square and were back at the shop around ten thirty.

'Hey, hey, here's Andy,' Adam breezed upto a dark haired kid who was
opening up the front door. Phil blanched, this boy was one tough looking
kiddy. He wasn't as well set up as Adam but he was taller and more muscular
than Phil and he was only sixteen for God's sake.

'Morning, Ad,' Andy looked curiously at Phil who was clutching his shopping
bags trying to be invisible.

'Let's get in and have a cuppa,' Adam pushed by the boy and into the
shop. 'Andy meet Philip, he's moved in with me and he'll be helping us out
until we can take somebody on.'

'Really,' Andy stared at Philip, the smile had gone, he didn't look too
happy at all. Philip wondered what the boy's problem was.

They trooped upstairs after relocking the shop and spread themselves around
the kitchen, Adam as usual played mother with the tea.  Nobody spoke,
Philip watched Adam make the brew and Andy stood by the door looking upset
and sparing the occasional scowl.

'I thought you were going solo aftter Matthew did a runner,' Andy was the
first one to speak, letting Philip know that he knew of Adam's previous
affair.

'Changed my mind,' Adam turned and passed out the mugs of tea. 'You got
problems with that.'

Andy gave a grumpy shrug.

'Where'd he come from?' Andy jerked his head at Philip.

'Hold on, hold on,' Adam flushed. 'Sit down and say your bit.'

Andy threw himself into a chair and grabbed his tea splashing some on the
table.

'I thought I was in with a chance of that upstairs place or the spare
room,' Andy started and then went on. 'I thought that when Matthew left I
was OK. I do all the hours under the sun here to make life easy and you go
and bring in a bloody rent boy......'

'Hold it right there,' Adam slammed the table. 'You are so out of order,
Andy.' He looked at Philip. 'Sorry about this.'

'Why? I'm not fuckin' sorry,' Andy was off again.

'Shut up.' Adam shouted. Philip kept silent, he thought it was the best
way, he just felt sorry that these two were at loggerheads, in fact he
found Andy quite attractive but quite clearly now wasn't the time or the
place to try to be sociable.

'You never said you were interested in moving in, Andy. Be fair, you never
ever mentioned it. If you're that desperate you can move in right now,
you'll have to decorate it but the Company can furnish it. Having said
that, I'm not having you pop off at Philip, he's got nothing to do with
it.'

'So what's he doing here?'

'You knew about me and Matthew, well now it's me and Philip.'

'He's only a kid,' Andy nearly shouted again but calmed down a
little. 'He's a bloody schoolkid.'

'Am not,' Philip finally plucked up courage to speak. 'I'm sixteen, I'm
legit.'

'You don't look sixteen,' Andy spoke quite mildly.

'He's got to be sixteen,' Adam looked straight faced at Andy. 'We're
sleeping together.'

'Don't want to know.'

'Yes you do, Andy,' Adam mocked the boy. 'You move in here you've got to
adapt to my life style because I, as sure as hell, am not going to adapt to
yours.'

'What? I've got to be bent as well?'

'That'd help,' Adam grinned.

'Dream on,' Andy actually smiled.

'When do you want to move in?'

'Whenever,' Andy looked surprised. 'You offering?'

''You decorate it in your time, when it's done I'll get it furnished, once
that's done you can have the tenancy.'

'I'll start Monday,' Andy smiled again and Philip thought how attractive he
was when he wasn't grumping, quite dishy in fact.

'If you want to get out of your place you can rough bunk in the spare
bedroom .....' Adam grinned. 'Or bunk in with Phil and myself.'

'With Phil maybe,' Andy actually laughed.

'You got hidden talents?' Adam smiled. Andy's remark had come as a bit of a
surprise, he'd fancied the boy for some time now but it had never crossed
his mind that the dark haired sixteen year old might even be interested but
there was that remark about Philip.

'Possibly,' Andy smiled and winked at Philip. Philip reddened, he had a
sudden vision of him and Adam in bed at first light, what if it were
himself and Andy or even Andy and Adam. He tried to banish the thoughts, he
still didn't have any briefs on, he'd be displaying a tent in the front of
the borrowed joggers.

'All sorted then?' Adam stood up. He spoke to Philip. 'If you want to get
yourself dressed up we'll see you down in the shop in a little bit, OK?'

'Alright,' Phil mumbled. 'What shall I do leave my gear in the bathroom?'

'Leave the gear in our room, in our bedroom, lover. Got it,' Adam grinned
at Phil. 'Don't be such a wuss, you're in Brighton now.'

'Orrite, orrite,' Philip laughed and fled leaving Adam and Andy on their
way down to the shop.

Philip went back into the bedroom and stripped off his loaned gear and
began to dress up in his new stuff, first of all the tight briefs, quite
nice and they kept his package well contained, next the cargoes which were
a bit loose at the waist but Philip thought they looked sexy. He wore his
old trainers which Adam had whacked through the washing machine, they
didn't look a lot better but at least they didn't smell. Another loaned
t-shirt this time one emblazoned with the'Dreams Inc' logo and he was on
his way. Clattering down the stairs he just hoped Andy's good humour held.

They opened promptly at eleven and the remainder of the morning was mostly
concerned with returns. It got a little busy in the afternoon but not
outrageously so, just enough for Andy and Adam to demonstrate the
purchasing and hiring arrangements. The original pair thought the day
dragged but Philip thought the time flew. Every time he looked up from
whatever he was doing there seemed to be a fresh chunk of talent wandering
around the place. He'd never realised what a cosmopolitan place Brighton
was. There were lots of Continentals and Andy told him that a lot of them
came over for our clothing which it seemed was superior to clothing sold in
France and Belgium. Of course a lot of them were students and Philip tried
guessing at the nationality, he found the day fun and after the initial
spat with Andy they seemed to get on quite well.

Adam was upstairs having tea and the time was coming up for six in the
eveinig.

'I finish at eight tonight,' Andy informed Phil. 'I suppose you and Adam'll
keep it going to ten.'

'Jeez, is that closing?'

'Yeah, but he'll close at nine if there's no one around.' Andy grinned at
Philip. 'You can go to bed and do what you do.'

'What's that then?' Philip was feeling a lot more confident with the best
part of a day's work under the belt.

'Dunno,' Andy had the grace to blush a little. 'Bit o' wankies?'

'Bit more than that I hope,' Phil said boldly.

'Oh,' Andy nodded as if he knew exactly what Philip was on about. 'Do you
and Adam actually, er ..... you know.'

'Whatcha trying to say, Andy,? Phil grinned. 'Do we actually ... what?'

'You know, er ..... make love?'

'Oh, yeah. All night long,' Philip laughed. 'Like a pair of rabbits.'

'Piss taker,' Andy laughed.

'Why, are you interested?' Philip was suddenly serious.

'Might be when I move in,' Andy smiled shyly and then shot across the shop
to help someone make a selection.

'Well, there's a thing,' Adam stepped out from behind a video rack. 'Fancy
him, Philip my son?' He grinned at his young lover.

'Somewhat,' Philip grinned. He didn't know if he was upsetting Adam or not
but honesty was what Adam wanted and that was what he'd get.

'I might close up Monday afternoon,' Adam spoke as if he'd moved onto other
things. 'I need to go upto Vale and make my monthly report. If Andy was in
here decorating that'd give you six or seven hours together.'

'What are you saying?' Phil looked at his new Boss who also happened to be
his new lover, he didn't need to make a wrong move here.

'I'm saying that if and when Andy moves in it might be quite nice to have a
little get together now and again.'

'Yeah, I suppose,' Phil sniffed.

'Come on,' Adam scoffed, 'You fancy him dontcha? Be honest.'

'Yeah.' Philip looked at Adam, had he said the right thing or not?

'Excellent,' Adam laughed. 'But tonight you're mine,' he hustled Philip
into an alcove and suddenly grabbed him and kissed him hard and long.

'Jeez,' Philip broke free with a breathless giggle. 'What if someone saw
us?'

'It was worth it,' Adam licked his lips. 'Go up and have a bite to eat and
a tea and then let Andy go up, Ok.'

'Gotcha , Boss,' Philip fled with the taste of Adam still on his lips. He
could get to like this job.

Eight o'clock came and went. Andy left for the night promising to do a late
turn on Sunday, the following day, which meant he wouldn't be at work until
after lunch but he would look after the shop until closing. This would
permit Adam and Philip to finish reasonably early. Adam told Philip that
the whole routine was getting a bit stressful and that he was looking for
another couple of trustworthy youngsters, finding them was the problem, he
did say that Andy was a godsend but even so he was going to get pissed off
with the hours sooner or later.

Philip agreed, he looked at the working schedule and the blatant omission
was days off, ..... there just weren't any.

'What happens when you get knackered, it's got to happen sooner or later.'

'We just shut down for a couple of days. It's bad for business but until I
can get some more staff .......'

'Gotta lose money,' Philip observed. 'Why can't you get staff?'

'The pay's crap,' Adam smiled tiredly. 'It's OK for me, I've got a free
flat, so I'm pretty happy and that's why I need to go upto Vale and have a
chat with my Boss regarding the pay scales. We've got to get staff in here
or the place'll go belly up.'

'Sad 'cos you seem to do a good trade.'

'We do, but I don't want to keep doing nine and ten hour days free flat or
not.'

'What time are we closing tonight,' Philip changed the subject, he was
getting bored and he was hungry.

'About nine,' Adam decided. 'Have a tidy up and I'll check out the till.'

'OK, Boss.'

It turned out that they closed around half past nine this due to a couple
of customers who turned up right on last knockings. Once they were out of
it Adam had the door locked and the lights off in five seconds flat.

'Food,' Adam grinned and caught Philip's hand, he drew the boy into the
darkened office section.

'Ooo-er.'

'I could eat you alive,' Adam pulled Philip into an embrace and crushed his
lips against the smaller boys. 'Mmmm, gonna love you to death tonight.'

'Yeah,' Philip could feel Adam's hardness pressing against him and he could
feel his own penis awakening, Adam's hands were on his bum and Adam's
tongue was in his mouth. 'I'm not a little fairy you know.'

'I know that lover,' Adam whispered. 'I never said you were.'

'Well I wanna go as well.'

'And so you shall,' Adam laughed and looked Philip in the eyes. 'Fair
shares for all,' he reached down and grasped Philip's now totally erect
penis. 'Yeah, I might fancy a bit of that a little later.'

'Good,' Philip giggled. At least he wasn;'t going to be used and
abused. The thought of plundering Adam's tight eighteen year old arse was
getting him even harder.

'I cook, you bath, we eat, I bath. After that we chill out,' Adam
grinned. 'How's that for a masterplan.'

'I love a domineering man,' Philip camped and both laughing they climbed
the stairs to the flat. Another working day over.

Philip had his bath and decided he'd give Adam a treat, he decided to eat
sexy.

'Wow, tasty,' Adam turned from the microwave to see Phil standing there
with just a fluffy towel around his waist, squeaky clean and his hair
gelled up in a passable imitation of a crew cut.

'All yours,' Philip smiled slightly and sat down.

'Micro chilli and French sticks,' Adam announced. 'I can't be bothered
sodding around.' He stood behind Philip after dumping a steaming hot plate
in front of his young guest. 'You are so nice,' he whispered and ran his
lips lightly over Philip's damp shoulders.

'Have your supper,' Philip quivered as he felt Adam's dry lips brush his
skin, not long now. He was nervous and he was excited, he just wanted to
lie with Adam and let the older boy have his way, if it hurt a bit so what,
people didn't die from being shagged, did they? In any event, Adam had
promised that it was going to be a two way thing, he was going to get the
chance of fucking the boy he was getting more and more fond of as time
passed by. Couldn't be love because boys don't love boys, they might use
each other and get their rocks off but they couldn't actually love.

'Good?' Adam nodded at Philip's plate.

'Bloody 'ot,' Philip was sweating, Adam must have a taste for spicy food.

'What do you reckon on Andy?'

'Seems OK after the first little bit,' Philip grinned.

'Yeah, he's alright,' Adam smiled in return. 'I fancy him quite a bit.'

'Really.'

'Yeah, really, you tart,' Adam laughed. 'I saw you oggling him, you fancy
him as well don't you?'

'Somewhat.'

Adam grinned. Philip was coming along nicely. If he could get company
release to sort out some more staff he could have it made. Both Philip and
Andy living in and both looking after him. Both of them enjoying each
other, it seemed a pretty good setup. He didn't know how Philip felt about
things but he had the hots for the kid, he wasn't the most handsome boy in
the world but there was something there. As they say, beauty is only skin
deep, there's always something more than a pretty face. Of course, Philip
had a nice big dick as well for a kid.

'Whoa,' I'm bloated.' Philip sat back and rubbed his smooth belly. 'You're
a pretty hot chef.'

'Don't blame me,' Adam laughed. 'It's Mr Microwave, mind youy he can't make
tea.'

'Tea,' Philip wrinkled his nose.

'I know,' Adam smiled and stood up, he opened the fridge and produced two
bottles and uncapped them. 'Smirnoff Red, alcoholic but it won't damage
you. Cold and fizzy, that's the main thing.'

'Cheers,' Phil took the bottle and took a decent swig. 'Doesn't taste
boozy.'

'Creeps up on you.'

''We having an early night,' Philip smiled trying not to sound either coy
or even eager.

'Yeah,' Adam sipped at his own bottle. 'You go when you like, I'll have a
quick bath and join you.'

'Right.'

'Don't worry,' Adam looked across the table. 'It'll be alright.'

'I'm just a bit scared, I've never gone this far before.'

'Nice clean bed, two nice clean boys, all the time in the world,' Adam
smiled fondly at Philip. 'I'm not going to hassle you, if you want to leave
it for a bit that's OK with me. I'm not going to force you into doing
something you don't want to do.'

'But I do,' Philip flushed crimson. 'I want to do it with you, Ad.'

'Good,' Adam stood up and fished another bottle from the fridge, he
uncapped it and placed it on the table in front of Philip. He kissed the
boy's spiky black hair. 'Take them and go to bed, I'll be in after a quick
bath.'

'Orrite,' Philip gave a shy smile and almost left the room at a run.

Philip slid naked into the bed and wriggled himself comfortable, he'd
finished the one bottle of Smirnoff and started on the second. 'Mmmm
... this is the life,' he smiled and sat up against the headboard to await
his lover. He was excited and he was hard, the thought of slipping into
Adam's tight arse was making him even harder, he reached down and wiped the
smear of precum over the head of his cock, his foreskin had all but
disappeared, he was ready for action. The wait seemed to go on for ever but
Adam finally appeared wearing a towelling gown and trying his hair.

'Life of luxury,' Adam commented. 'Bed and booze, what more can you ask
for.'

'You,' Philip placed the second empty bottle on the bedside table, he felt
a little vagueness creeping up but maybe that wasn't a bad thing.

Adam finished with the towel and draped it over a chair. He turned the
light off and shed his robe. He stood there looking at Philip in the bed,
his erection in all it's seven inch glory jutted from his lower belly
rooted in his dark curly pubics, his scrotum was heavy and
promising. Philip felt a nervous shiver, this was it. Adam gentle pulled
the bedding clear leaving the fifteen year old totally naked, his for the
taking.

'Did you have a good bath?'

'Yeah?' Philip frowned, this wasn't love chat.

'We'll see.' Before Philip knew what was happening Adam grabbed his feet
and twisted them flipping him over onto his belly.

'Oi, Adam,' he protested and started to laugh into the pillow, the Smirnoff
was working. 'Gawd, you dirty sod,' he felt Adam's face press against his
soft cheeks and the older boy's tongue at his crack. Hands spread his cute
bubble buns and Adam's tongue was probing deeper. 'Oooooh......' He felt
the wet organ flicker across his pucker and Adam kiss and attempt to nip
his slippery buns. It was all a bit over the top and he lay parting his
legs even further, he was beginning to enjoy the hot, wet and slippery
tongue at his ring. He pushed his bum up to meet the sweet assault.

'I could fucking well eat you,' Adam rasped and nipped one gently rounded
buttock. 'Mmmmm, beautiful,' he kissed into Philip's saliva soaked crack.

'Don't go mad,' Philip giggled, he could feel Adam's erection slip against
his calves as the older boy moved around.

Adam reached for his little pot of Love Oil, he'd got this from one of the
Brighton shops and was supposed to be one up from KY, at least it smelt
better, he smiled as he smelt the aromatic gel.

'Oooooh...' Philip reared as he felt a finger slip inside his sphincter,
into his hot bottom. The finger felt like a slippery mini dick as it moved
in and out and Adam worked it into his knuckle. Philip clamped his cheeks
on the intruder, the main event was coming up.  'Aah,' the probing finger
touched something in his belly which seemed to give him a jolt an then it
began, each movement, each thrust of Adam's finger seemed to stroke that
spot giving him that electric buzz, causing his precum to leak and soak
into the bedding. He pushed his bum up, this was good. All the negative
thoughts of dirty sex and perverse pleasures left him ..... this was bloody
good.

'You alright with this?' Adam breathed hotly onto Philip's now slippery
crack and kissed one sweet cheek.

'Don't stop,' Philip moaned. 'I could get to like this.'

'Good boy,' Adam gave a delighted grin and slowly slid his finger free.

'Aah,' Philip groaned, he was just getting used to that, he felt empty
now. No fair. 'Ooooh.' This time it was different, thicker and a little
sore. Two fingers slowly slipped through his ring oiling and relaxing
easing the circular muscle as they began to move to and fro.

'So nice,' Adam's breath stirred across Philip's twitching flanks. 'So
nice,' Adam slipped his fingers in deep and and stirred, he could feel
Philip's anal muscle weaken to acommodate his finger fuck. 'You alright?'

'Love it,' Philip giggled and pushed up onto the oiled digits.

'Yeah,' Adam breathed hotly on Philip's neck. 'You're really getting into
this, aren't you.' His finders slipped in and out quite easily, Philip's
sweet boy pussy was ready.

'Do it,' Philip moaned into the pillow, he knew what was coming and he
wanted it, he wanted it now.

'What three fingers?' Adam whispered.

'No,' Philip giggled into the pillow. 'Do it properly!'

Hw felt Adam get between his legs and bend over and kiss him on the back of
the neck, the moment was on him and he tensed up in anticipation of the
unknown.

'Relax, baby,' Adam's fingers applied the final smear of oil to Philip's
sphincter and wiped the remainder onto his hot cock. It was time. Virgin
boy time, well maybe not a complete virgin but good enough. He would be the
first one to actually take, to actually penetrate Philip's sweet boy butt.

'Aaaah,' Phil bucked and groaned as he felt Adam's swollen glans pierce his
ring, a sharp pain that made tears spring to his eyes and then an
opening. He felt his sphincter being stretched much wider than the fingers
had and then an easing as Adam's knob speared in to be followed by the
slightly thinner shaft. 'Aaaah,' he clasped the tear stained pillow and
tried to relax, Adam had told him what to do but it wasn't that easy, he
felt his own penis trapped between his belly and the bed limp and shrunken.

'Easy, Phil. We're doing OK.'

'We are?' Philip groaned but surprisingly the pain was easing as Adam made
very small and gentle movements inside tightly hot flesh.

'Yeah, we are,' Adam slid in a little deeper and glancing down his belly
saw that Phil's clenched cheeks had relaxed, he moved in another inch
pleasureing himself in the exquisite tighness and the feel of Phil's body
accepting his rampant erection. This was so fuckin' good, he felt like
yelling out his pleasure.

He began to move slowly and then a little faster as he sank deeper and
deeper into the now squirming fifteen year old pinned to the bed by his
phallic thrustings.

''Mmmmm.' Philip mouthed the pillow and gave a little push upwards onto
Adam's thrust, and then again. ''Feels a bit better,' he tried to wipe a
tear from his eye but settled for holding the pillow, he needed something
to grab hold of. He twitched as he felt Adam's pubics brush his buns, Adam
was nearly in, he nearly had his whole seven inch hardness sunk in willing
flesh.

'Lovely,' Adam crooned and flathanded the bed either side of Philip's
slender torso. 'Yesssss...' Adam gave one final push and he was completely
encased in Phil's hot little arse. He lay atop Philip and burrowed pushing
himself even deeper into the boy's tight little tunnel.

'Oooo.. er' Philip wriggled impaled like a butterfly on a pin. 'Is it in?'
He giggled.

'Cheeky pratt,' Adam laughed and started to move, slowly at first but
getting faster and faster. As he felt Philip push up against his thrusts he
dug in harder and deeper. His new lover seemed to be enjoying himself. This
was it, he kissed the back of Philip's now sweat sheened neck and smiled
his satisfaction. Some people don't like being used, some suffer it in
silence and others enjoy it, Phil was enjoying it. There was no mistake,
the boy was giving little pleased whimpers at each penetration and was
pushing back upwards as if demanding more.

Adam gave it his all, he didn't want to rush his first time with Phil but
he was afraid of cumming too quickly. He slid almost all the way out and
then thrust back in deep and hard bringing a whoosh of expelled air from
the body beneath.

Phil started to force himself upwards, he got a double benefit, he was
pushing himself onto Adam's thrusts and he could get to his re-awakened
penis which was now painfully hard once again. He grasped his turgid meat
and started to wank, something inside his belly was being stroked by Adam's
fucking and he felt the heat surging in his balls.

'Don't cum, don't cum,' Adam desperately grabbed Philip's hands and fucked
even faster. 'Don't waste it.' A moment later he started to cum himself. It
was the climax of a lifetime, he didn't know where all the thick creamy
semen came from but it seemed to go on forever. Both he and Philip remained
pressed tightly together as his cock jerked and spat steamers of almost
glutinous spunk deep into the boy's belly.

'Jeeeezus,' Philip cried out and pushed back onto Adam's throbbing organ,
feeling each pulse and each squirt of hot liquid as it coated anf filled
his love tunnel. It was incredible.

They finally rolled onto their sides and as Adam tried to slide clear
Philip pushed back. 'Keep it in,' he whispered and pushed his bum back onto
Adam's limpening penis. Adam just clutched the sweat soaked boy and nuzzled
at his neck, he was drained dry and spent.

Adam slowly worked his softening cock in and out of Philip's cum drenched
butthole until it softened completely and slid free spilling excess cum
between Philip's smooth buns.

'You are so good,' Adam whispered and turned Philip around. They kissed
long and hard, Philip's rock hard cock pressed against Adam's softness.

'Finish me off, please,' Philip kissed the side of Adam's mouth and then
his tongue slid inside the older boy's mouth.

'I thought you wanted....' Adam spoke around the kiss.

'Later,' Philip grinned. 'I gotta cum and I'm fucked.'

'You got that right,' Adam smiled and nuzzled at the boy's throat and
without any further delay he started to kiss and run his slippery tongue
down Philip's smooth chest and flat belly.

'Yeah, go on, go on,' Philip moaned thrusting his erection upwards
searching for Adam's mouth. Adam took pity and his mouth settled over the
end of Philip's jerking and precum sheened knob. 'Aaaaah,' Philip sighed in
complete satisfaction and slumped like a dead man his hardness surrounded
by Adam's wet warmth.

Adam slowly and sensually worked his mouth up Philip's hard shaft, lots of
lick and lots of suck. He could feel the taste of Philip's boyish precum,
thin but not too thin, another six months it would be like fine cream
oozing from the slit fronting the boy's slippery glans. He caressed
Philip's warm and smooth sac, the kid's nuts were tight he wasn't too far
off cumming.

As Philip squirmed on the bed and lifted his legs a little Adam slipped his
hands under the boy's tight bottom and rammed two fingers into the relaxed
and cum slicked boy cunt.

'Aaah,' Philip moaned and clamped his buns against the newest invasion but
then he relaxed as Adam's fingers began to fuck him once more, it as all
too much for his youthful libido. 'I'm cumming,' he wailed as Adam took as
much cock as he could into his throat.

Adam swallowed and spluttered as Philip's penis jerked and then pumped
blast after blast of thick creamy spunk deep into the back of his
throat. At last with cum splattered face Adam ran his hand tightly up
Philip's spent organ extracting the last droplet of pearly jism. 'Was that
OK?' he asked.

'Great,' Phil giggled as Adam slid up the bed pulling the clothes over them
both. 'Super great,' he shut up as Adam's hot, slippery and cum stained
lips blended with his.

'Sleep, baby,' Adam whispered, their first full day together was ended.


			     THE END (for now)

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I shall continue if I get some feedback but not for a month or so as I have
other stuff in the pipeline to be finished.

Sheepy 4
David 4
Odd Job 4 - All in progress.


GCutter@aol.com For pix of Adam, Philip and Andy (or their lookalikes)
..... gimme an EMail.