Date: Sun, 9 Jul 2006 18:10:22 EDT
From: GCutter66@aol.com
Subject: The Odd Job Boy - 6

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

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

I'm using Peter and his house from 'The Odd Job Boy' Series for this one
but never fear. Joe and the others are away in Spain for the duration.

Finally: Enjoy. If you have spare please donate a little cash to
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THE ODD JOB BOY



6 - Two Years On



by



G. Cutter



'So, Andy. Nice to see you,' I gave the kid a sunny smile, one of my
specials and invited him into the house.

It was that shambolic two week period previous to Christmas and it was the
time of office parties and also the time for the Christian types like
myself to dish out little envelopes to the dustman, the milkman maybe even
the street cleaner if you ever saw one. Oh, yeah. Don't forget the
newspaper boy. If you have a daily or Sunday paper delivered around my part
of the world odds on it would be delivered by a boy or a girl anywhere in
their early teens although I believe the legal age is fourteen. Makes sense
I suppose, when I was eleven I had a paper round and got used like a slave
but that was another time and another place so back to Andy or Andrew.

The previous week I'd invited him around to collect his Christmas box
instead of just giving him the mandatory crinkly envelope. I think he was a
bit surprised but just gave me his normal cheery smile and promised to pop
in Saturday and that was today. I had decided to take him out for a lunch
at one of the flasher eateries as a reward for what he did. I shouldn't
think many of the fat cats where I lived really appreciated what he did for
us. He had to cycle up from the village and this was up a bloody great hill
lugging a huge satchel of papers which were no lightweights and he did this
come rain or come shine. An unsung service hero and I wouldn't have thought
he was barely fifteen, if that.

Anyway, Joe and my boys were away in Spain for Christmas and the New Year's
Eve and I had a little crush on young Andy so there you go. My resident
cats were away and this mouse was quite prepared to play. Anyway, he
deserved a reward for what he did and why not? He was a nice lad... well
that's my excuse.

Andy was short and quite slender or I should say lithe I suppose, rather
overlong dark hair and dark featured a bit like my Joe although not as
Mediterranean looking. He looked to have Romany in him but I understood he
came from a God fearing family, at least that's what I'd heard through the
grapevine so that left the Romany connection out of it. He was smiler, I'll
give him that and he was reliable, everything you could wish for in a
delivery boy. The invitation wouldn't have hit him out of the blue, I
always talked to him when I saw him that was and put myself out to be
pleasant. These kids, both young girls and young boys, tend to get ignored
pretty much the same as milkboys and mailmen, just pieces of furniture. Of
course, for American readers these aren't the kids that cycle down the
street lobbing papers onto front lawns, these kids actually walk upto the
front door and shove the papers in the letterbox or the little cubby.

I'm a grown man but even I wouldn't like to do a Sunday round the size of
Sunday papers nowadays not to mention the damn magazines that went with
them.

I forgot to say he was beautiful, maybe a bit girly in the face but not too
much, from the chats I'd overheard with my boys he could hold his own, he
wasn't a wimp.

'How's Andrew?' I waved him into the front room. One thing running for me
was that now I had Joe and his mates staying indefintely and even working
on my project I was a lot more relaxed around youngsters.

'Andy's alright,' the boy grinned and I thought how confident he was in a
perfect stranger's house. Then again he may have been invited into others
to be given little Christmas presents. 'Gotcha this...' he held out a
scruffy envelope which I accepted. Needless to say it was a card written in
a childish scrawl.

'Well, thanks, Andy. That wasn't necessary.'

'No probs, he grinned teeth flashing in his dark face. 'Special customers
only.'

'Cheers anyway. You left me until last?'

'You're just about last anyway,' he shuffled a little uncomfortably looking
around the room. 'Your mob away?'

He was clearly referring to Jo and the others who he'd doubtless seen
around. They all came from Horsham Village down the road so probably had a
passing acquaintance with each other, well they chatted quite amiably so
they must have. I wondered how much he knew about their relationship with
me but dismissed the thought. My boys didn't advertise.

'Have a drink,' I waved him to the sofa. 'You're not in a rush?'

'All the time in the world,' Andy flopped onto the sofa and streched his
legs out to the fire. 'Getting cold out, it could snow.'

'Very Christmassy,' I handed him a tall glass.

'Mmmmm, nice,' he smiled. 'What is it?'

'Lemondade with a decent splash of whiskey, enough to warm you up but not
enough to get you into trouble.'

'That's a shame,' he giggled and took a tentative second sip and then a
larger one. 'Yeah, beats lager.'

'You drink?'

'Everyone drinks,' he giggled like a little boy. 'Not a lot though.'

'Good,' I sat down with my own drink which was the same only a little
stronger. I had a feeling about Andy, as I'd said I had talked to him on
and off for most of the year and I'd always found him friendly and willing
to chat for a few moments. The advantage I had there was that I was about
the last one on his route. On reflection I should have invited him in more
often and led upto this rather than jump in with one almighty
splash. 'Cigarette,' I offered an open packet.

'Cor. cigarettes too. You must be after something,' Andy crowed and looked
at me keenly. 'He took a cigarette and held my hand as I proffered my
lighter. His hand was cold and I was tempted to shove it into my mouth and
suck his fingers but I thought better of it.

Our eyes met and he smiled slowly. 'Where are Joe boy and the others?'

'They're in Spain for the holiday. Joe has family over there and he got a
bulk invite. He and his little Firm are staying for the New Year and I may
or may not fly out.'

'Joe's little firm,' he rolled the phrase around and took a sip of his
drink. 'I thought it was your little firm,' he smiled innocently.

'My lodgers,'I'm the Godfather,' I smiled in return, let him work that one
out.

'I like Joe,' he went on. 'He was a class two years in front of me at
school, he must be eighteen now.'

'Just eighteen, that must make you fifteen then?'

'Yeah, sixteen in February.'

'Good for you. Anyway, to the point, Andy or is it Andrew.'

'I prefer Andy, Andrew on Sunday,'

'Andy it is,' I looked at him. 'I really appreciate you lugging moutains of
papers up here and even the mass of magazines the boys order...'

'Goes with the job.'

'All the same I thought a big thank you from myself and the boys was in
order.' I pressed on. 'So, I thought I'd like to take you out for a slap up
meal down at The Carpenter's Arms around one o'clock today.'

'Really?' He beamed. 'Fantastic, thanks very much. That is really a posh
joint, my mate serves there, he'll die with envy.'

'Good. The boys left you a small present but I'll have to find it.'

'No probs,' he grinned. 'Thank them anyway. It's much appreciated.'

'No probs,' I echoed his remark. 'Have another drink, we've time to spare.'

'Right...' he looked at me with a sight smile. 'You don't want to get me
drunk before lunch.'

'After lunch?' I suggested.

'I'll have to watch you,' he grinned quite boldly. 'Stuck in a big house
all on my own with a good looking young money man.'

'Yeah, who knows what could happen,' I took the first risk I laid my hand
lightly on his knee and gave a gentle squeeze. A pricey lunch had got to be
worth a little grope. He must have thought so too as he just waggled his
empty glass at me: As my Joe would say: Not backwards in coming forward, a
very bold boy indeed. I didn't know if he was stupid or maybe innocent
which I doubted somehow. He didn't look the innocent type in fact he looked
just like Joe in his early days, 'knowing' or it is knowledgeable, I felt
heartened as I did fancy him, I had for some time but I must have been out
of practice with the seduction routine, this was going nowhere.

I handed him his glass back only this time I'd put a bit more scotch in it,
I was working on the belief that a bit of alchohol works wonders.

'Cor, that's a bit strong,' he pulled a face and then took a good
mouthful. 'Nice though, I'll be falling on the floor next.'

'Wouldn't want to have to give you the kiss of live,' I heard myself say
which really was a naff remark.

'Yeah, you'd love to,' he guffawed nearly spilling his drink. 'Will my bike
be alright up here,' he switched conversation in mid stride.

'Yeah, why not. We can put it in the garage with the others.'

'Fair enough,' he looked solemn. 'Isn't Joe going to get the hump with you
bringing strays into the house when he's away?'

'Joe's not my boss,' I laughed. 'We aren't married.'

'Oh,' he looked at me innocently. 'I thought you had a thing going on.'

That was too much even for a guest. I glared at him and then relented, I
didn't want to frighten him although he seemed self confident enough,
cheeky and bold enough to hold his own.

'Sorry,' he took another sip of his drink. 'I was out of order.'

'No matter,' I grinned just to show there were no hard feelings. 'You don't
want to drink to much of that, you'll need to lie down before you fall
down. We can't eat until around one.'

'Another three hours,' he looked at a cheap wrist watch. 'I got here too
early... mind you I didn't know you were dishing out invitations to eat.'

'True. Of course, you can always have a nap if you want.' That was a bright
thing to say on a Saturday morning but I had to say something.

'Solo nap or in company?' He looked at me with that innocent look and then
that shit eating grin. 'Your move,' he added quietly.

Shit, this was it. Who was seducing who. The beautiful brat, the newspaper
boy or me, the money man. I grabbed another drink and nearly tore his glass
from his hand, I sploshed some more whiskey in it and topped it up with
lemonade and handed it back.

'Nice snooze and a bath,' he looked at me and grinned quite confidently and
I wondered if he'd ever talked at any length to my Joe. Joe could have
primed him after all, I wouldn't put it past the evil sod.

'You got it,' I watched mesmerised as he stretched his legs out just giving
the suggestion of a pelvic thrust upwards. 'Nice,' I couldn't help myself.

He laughed again and took another swig of his freshly poured and stronger
drink. 'Yeuch,' he pulled a face again but he took another mouthful, it was
clear the alchohol wasn't upsetting him in any way, just making him more
confident. He was probably more worried about me than I was about him.

Suddenly he stood up alongside me and I could read it in his eyes. He
actually wanted me to make the first move.

I placed my drink on the table and grasped him around the waist and pulled
him in, he just gave a contented little sigh and moulded himself to my
body.

'About time,' he rubbed himself up against me and put his arms loosely
around me and looked up. 'We got three hours,' he whispered.

'Better bring the drink then,' I kept my arm around his shoulder as he
picked up his glass and drained it in one swift swallow.

'Enough of that,' he grinned all sparkly eyed and squealed as I ducked and
lifted him like a baby or a bride about to be carried to her bridal
chamber.

'A nap,' I kissed him on his forehead as he wriggled in my arms and made
off heading for the stairs. He'd volunteered after all and I wasn't one to
let a volunteer go to waste.

He gave a few squeals and I nearly brained him on the doorframe going into
the room but he remained good humoured and grinned up at me when I dropped
him onto the bed. 'Nice and warm up here,' he commented and stretched out
with his arms reaching for the headboard.

'Yummy,' I gave him a bit of my sparkling repartee and dived on him like a
bloody great vulture. Grabbing both of his wrists in one hand I nuzzled at
his soft and perfectly smooth neck and throat, he didn't struggle but made
little push ups with his hips.

'When I said it was nice and warm up here that was a cue,' he looked me
straight in the eye. 'You're supposed to say something like: Let's get our
knickers off.'

'As if I would,' I laughed. Yeah, no problems with this kid. he knew what
he wanted and we had all the time in the world. I let go of his wrists and
his hands dropped to my head and started to toy with my hair as I rucked
his sweatshirt up and then just inched up the t-shirt he had on underneath
exposing his lovely silken smooth and gently rounded belly. No hard and
muscular six pack here, this was totally smooth, soft and warm boy flesh,
boy before the animal started developing into a man. God, he put me so much
in mind of my handsome Joe in his younger days. Those days had gone but
here was a surrogate young Joe, here was the bedroom and it seemed we were
all systems go. I gently licked his super smooth belly and flickered my
tongue in his belly button making him squirm and wriggle and still he kept
on with his pelvic thrusts, it was time to see what he had to thrust. In
our playful struggle both pairs of trainers had ended up being kicked off
so officially the undressing had began and I felt quite confident
unclipping the top of his baggies exposing the top of a pair of sky blue
briefs... very nice.

'Yeah, go on, go on,' he murmured.

I did. Still nuzzling his belly I slowly drew the zip down and the trousers
parted fully displaying the bulging blue cotton garment with a nice damp
patch where his clearly outlined glans was positioned. I slowly peeled the
briefs out of the way displaying his wares. No slouch this kid, he was
fully hard and damp with precum already, a very sexy boy.

'Ooooooh,' he wailed as I spread his trouser's opening and tugged his
briefs down just a little firstly nosed at the lump savouring the smell of
slightly sweaty boy and then placing my lips over his hardness sucking and
tasting the flavour of young semen. He didn't have a long penis but it was
fat and getting harder as I tugged his foreskin up and over his glans with
my lips, he had quite a thick clump of pubic hair but it was a clearly
defined clump and his scrotum and his thighs were completely devoid of any
fuzz. Just like Joe. It's getting to be back to Joe all the bloody
time. 'I'm dying,' he whispered and glancing up his belly I saw he was
smiling. 'Wanna get undressed?'

As the Godfather would say: An offer you couldn't refuse.

I helped him off with his jumper and t-shirt stroking his smooth torso all
the time, he wasn't as thin as I'd thought at first, he had a trace of baby
fat on his belly and he was bloody gorgeous, his dark skin was like satin
under my dry lips as he helped me. As he started to caress and toy with me,
he did the obligatory ooohs and aaahs as my own totally stiff lump of
manmeat sprang out and in the end he lay with me naked in the middle of the
bed doing a writhe and a wriggle. His soft yet firm young body was such a
turn on I nearly came on the spot. His sallow bottom, high riding and pert
was a vision, his jerking five inches of uncircumcised boycock was a
treasure and he was all mine.

'I'm so hard,' he whined and we came face to face, his hazel eyes stared
into mine and his soft lips came down onto mine. We kissed softly at first
and I crushed his warm body in my arms fondling his springy bottom as he
pumped his hips against me. He was a randy little boy and I could feel the
smear of his glans against my thighs as he dry humped me.

'Better do something about that then.' I started on his soft throat, spent
time on his smooth shoulders then attacked his little brown nipples. Once
the tiny nubs were hard I gently traced down his little belly finalising
with a lick across the top of his jerking penis.

'Aaah,' he moaned. He pressured my head and thrust upwards and I took his
hot, fat little cock in one. 'Ooooooh...' He was gone. His eyes closed and
his head flopped as I gently toyed with his tight little scrotum and slid
my lips up and down his steel hard shaft. This was one beautiful boy and I
was determined to take every last drop of his juice and leave him a
shattered husk. 'Spin,' he croaked.

That one had me but I got there in the end as his hands pushed and
pulled. Moments later I was the one flat on the bed and he was crouched
over me playing with me and finally tasting me whilst continuing to fuck
into my avidly sucking mouth. I clasped his sweet cheeks as he moved
wondering at the absolute smoothness. As I've said he was dark skinned but
the area of his midriff was sallow, slightly lighter where he'd clearly
been covered in the summer sunbathing season. I had a vision of him and Joe
having sex but dismissed it, Joe was in Spain and Andy was here in my
bedroom and on my bed.

The next problem was that I was going to cum and I suppose he would too,
how he was going to react to a mouthful of man juice was anybody's guess,
needless to say I had no problems with the anticipated boy cum.

'I'm gonna cum in a minute, Andy,' I managed to gobble around his slippery
cock

'Good,' he looked down and gave his dazzling grin. He immediately redoubled
his efforts. 'So am I,' he heard him mumble.

So be it. It came as no surprise when he stopped sucking me and I felt him
tense and moan and then pump long streamers of thin milky boy spunk deep
into my throat. I swallowed and gagged but I got it all, he did a good cum
and I squeezed his foreskin over his dark red glans extracting the final
dribbles as he came to a halt. Without any further ado he was back on me
sucking and slurping until I felt my own climax shoot up my shaft into his
mouth. He gagged and then laughed seeming to play at capturing my essence
and smearing it over his face, We collapsed in a sweaty mass, me still
sucking his depleted and softening noodle and he still massaging my nuts
and extracting the final trickles from my hardness.

'You cum like a stoat,' he grinned and reversed himself coming back
alongside me.

'How does a stoat cum?' I asked with some interest.

'Dunno, he laughed. 'It sounded good.' Yeah, he was a boy alright. Silly
one moment, sexpot the next but loveable and interesting all the time. I
cuddled his now sweaty body to me stroking his damp skin as he wriggled
against me and finally kissing. I tasted his cum and my own as I tongued
inside his mouth and our organs engaged in slippery combat. I wouldn't want
to call him a raver as that isn't very nice, but he was bloody good sex and
I could even feel his five inch weapon stiffening again as we moved around
on the bed.

'You alright with that?' One of those silly questions but one to ask all
the same.

'Natch, wouldn't have done it else,' he grinned. 'We gonna chill for a
bit...'

'Then have a bath and I'll take you to dinner.'

'Great. I'm starving.'

I gave his head a little push downwards in the general direction of my
groin.

'Nah, for proper food, sexy.'

'Sexy. Now there was music to a lonely young man's ears. 'I was wondering
if you'd like to stay the afternoon and evening unless you have other
things to do.'

'Thought you'd never ask,' he laughed and cuddled in. 'I love Christmas
time.'

We must have just laid there for around half an hour before I finally
suggested a bath, we had loads of time in hand but my bath tended to be a
bit of a turn on for youngsters who hadn't seen it before. The thing was
double sized as was the bathroom, the bath itself was set in the floor and
had proved invaluable in many seductions... people seem to let their hair
down once they get soapy in private. Of course, wallowing around in two or
three foot of warm water helps.

'Fancy a bath?'

'Sharing?' He grinned at me.

'It's big enough, come see.'

A lot of things had changed in the house since the advent of Joe and his
mates but one thing that hadn't was the bathroom. Any youngsters they
brought in and any of the Spanish boys who stayed over invariably succumbed
in the bath, it was Korruption Kontrol as Joe called it, or the place to
Crack Crumpet not that he or his pals had much of a use for girls.

'Jeeezus,' Andy stood with his mouth open. 'It's bloody huge.'

'That's what they all say, ducky,' I put my arm around his bare shoulder
and hugged him.

'The bath not you,' he giggled. 'You could swim in that thing.'

'You can do lots of things in that there thing,' I laughed. 'The big
problem is that it takes forever to top up but first a generous glop of the
foamy...'  I squirted the foam in and did the master mixer adjusting the
temperature. We were off, Andy actually stepped in and paddled about as it
filled. 'We've had six in here,' I informed him having a bit of a boast.

'You and your five 'lodger' boys?' he smirked.

'Joe and four lodgers.'

'You and Joe an item?' He splashed about as the water deepened and I
clambered down in with him, I turned the shower fitting on overhead and we
stood in the water's flow as the bath topped up from the bottom and the
shower sluiced us down. Next up was the soap and the sponge, the bit I
really enjoyed.

He stood like a small boy as I sponged him down and then dropping the
sponge soaped over his upper body giving his stiff penis and tight balls
special attention. At the end he took the soap from me and did the
same. 'You and Joe an item?' He asked for the second time.

'I've know Joe for a long time now and yes, we are very good friends.'

'Thought you might be,' he gave his litle snigger again. 'That was very
Prince Charley: "We are very good friends". I like Joe, he's dishy.'

'Yeah, he is,' I agreed and I dropped and sat in the water which was coming
up quite well, probably a foot deep and that was enough. He grinned at me
and sat alongside his hand drifting onto my erection under the water.

'You are serioulsy sexed up.' His hand started to move up and down on my
hard shaft.

'Keep that going and I'll be doing you before lunch.'

'I thought you were going for it earlier,' he giggled and grabbing my hand
placed it onto his own erection. It was a pretty heavy handed hint but I
liked the feel of his stiff flesh and the way his rubbery foreskin moved
easily up and over his dark red glans. 'Now this is nice,' he sighed with
satisfaction as he wanked me and I did him. 'Wanking buddies.'

'Better to come,' I groaned as his hand moved faster.

'Bitta bum fun,' he laughed and then he moved in a flurry of water and
straddled me his jerking cock sliding up and down on my chest. I
immediately grasped him around the waist and pulled him in so that his boy
cock was pressed up against me and my hands were on his tight little bubble
butt. 'Ooooh, this is so nice,' he whispered rubbing his hardness against
my chest. He was in the ideal position for me to guide him right onto my
upright erection but it was too early. If we started fucking we'd miss the
lunch appointment and knowing my boys food came before sex every
time. Weird and sad... yeah but boys will be boys.

'We've got to go for lunch, we have a set time.'

'Aaaah,' he dropped a little and I felt his crack and maybe even his pucker
slip off my cock. 'You were just thinking about taking my little bum
weren't you?'

'I was indeed, you little prick teaser,' I laughed as he slid off me and
stood turning the shower on again to rinse off.

'This afternoon... for sure,' he climbed to his feet. It suddenly struck me
that he'd wanted it, he'd wanted it there and then and I'd failed
him. Never mind, we all cock up now and then and at least after lunch we
could have a long and relaxing afternoon. Well, dunno about the relaxing
bit but it would be a long afternoon.

We drove down to the public house which doubled as a restaurant spot on the
time. I knew that there were lots of companies doing their staff Christmas
lunches as thank you statements and I'd managed to book a two seater table
out of the way. I'd lent him one of Joe's sweat shirts and a lightweight
jacket and he looked quite the part. Rich young man's schooly boyfriend. He
didn't seem too fussed about what people thought and I couldn't care
less. Sometimes one tends to worry about what other people think but they
all have their own lives and have enough on their plates, they haven't got
the time or the inclination to worry about complete strangers.

Of course you do have the sad sods who are either terminally bored or who
like minding other people's business and they're the problem people. Most
of them join committees or go into local or national politics strangely
enough.

'We don't have to worry with the menu, it's the traditional Christmas
fare.'

'Great, he grinned rubbing my leg with his under the table.

'I'll get a nice bottle of white which won't damage you too much but may
make you sleepy.'

'I don't want to sleep through it,' he grinned. 'I had to use up a lot of
courage coming upto you this morning.'

'You thought I was going to go for you?'

'Bloody obvious, wasn't it,' he laughed. 'With that lot in the house and
them all on holiday.'

'You read me like a book,' I laughed and accepted the wine list from a
waiter I hadn't seen before, an rather darkish Oriental or Asian of some
sort but quite tall for a kid. Must have been a refugee from a local
Chinese or Thai Restaurant. Perhaps they did job swops.

'Hi, Peng,' Andy gave the boy a big smile. This must have been the
schoolmate he'd referred to earlier on.

'Hello, Andy,' the boy waited patiently whilst I selected a pretty duff
wine. I ordered and he went away.

'Rather sweet,' I observed in a whisper.

'He's in love with me,' Andy also spoke quietly but confidently. 'I spotted
you oggling his bum as well.'

'A thing of beauty,' I grinned. 'What's this love business?' I asked.

'I think he has a crush on me, he's always mooning around me and every time
I look at him he's looking at me... you know the score.'

'Well don't be cruel to him.'

'I won't,' Andy promised. 'I'd like to shag him silly but he's too bloody
obvious.'

'Well it needs some thought then,' I held my hand to hush Andy's retort as
the boy came back with the bottle and a pair of glasses. He was well
trained and although it was a public house and not a classy restaurant he
did the opening and the sampler which I accepted naturally enough. It was
basic cheap and cheerful after all. I glanced at the kid and was quite
impressed, he was as slender as Andy and probably not much taller but so
sweet even if a trifle girly. I couldn't make up my mind if he was a half
Chinese or a half African, maybe a combination of both.  Andy was a lucky
boy. Double lucky, he had me as well.

Peng served the soup next which gave me another chance to have a look at
close range and I was liking him more and more. Of course having a head
bulging with evil brains I was also thinking evil thoughts.

'He is nice, isn't he?' Andy grinned as Peng made off back to the servery.

'Very,' I agreed. 'Of course if you could get a night out you could invite
him up for the evening, even invite him up for a sleepover. You could have
Joe's room.'

'What?' Andy looked at me surprise, his soup was put on hold. 'You for
real?'

'Upto you.' I looked at him. 'You'd need to use a bit of charm but if he
fancies you as he say he does he'd probably come up for the evening at
least... if not you can still use Joe's room.'

'Jeez...' Andy stared into space. 'Well if I shot home and got some gear I
could stay the night no problemo.' He looked at me and grinned. 'You'd
leave us alone for the night?'

''On my hampster's death bed,' I promised hand on heart and tongue firmly
in cheek. Yeah, I know... I'm a contortionist. Of course I wasn't thinking
of spinoffs and smoothy cuties in my bed... no way. I remembered the Joe
saga, first there was Joe and then there were four more.

'I wonder if I gave him a bit of chat.' Andy wondered.

'Do it,' I closed the conversation.

When Peng took away the soup plates Andy told him that he'd like a brief
word after the meal and Peng nodded agreement rather overwillingly I
thought with a rather nice smile, it looked that Andy could get
lucky. Hopefully some of his luck would rub off on me.

The main course was served by another boy just as pretty, this was followed
by the traditional Christmas pudding with the trimmings, all pretty routine
but Andy got stuck in and seemed to be enjoying himself. Of course he may
have been building his strength up and he was a growing boy after all, he
had to look after me in the afternoon and if he got lucky with Peng he had
it made.

We finished our meal and whilst I settle up with the cashier Andy slid away
and I saw him involved in conversation with Peng. From the nodding and
smiling going on I suspected that a deal was being done. From Andy's big
smile when he returned I presumed that things had worked out well.

'I gave him the address and phone number and he reckons he'll be up around
seven, he's not to sure of the overnighter but he's going to try for it.'

'Well, that gives you an evening together.'

'Long enough,' Andy grinned. 'But a full night together would be nice, we
can always sniff Joe's knickers and socks.'

'Animal,' I laughed and we wandered back to the car. We had a Saturday
afternoon to ourselves and I for one had no intention of watching BBC Sport
all afternoon.

We poked around in the Hight Street shops for a while as I had to get a few
things and we made off for home, on the way we popped around his house. I
lurked in the car whilst he shot indoors to pick up a small overnight
bag. He was all grins when he returned so it was pretty clear he'd got his
overnight leave pass. I wanted him so bad but I was playing cool, it that
sad or what. I suppose the big event of the day was that it started to
snow, just the fluffy bits but enough to settle, we could be getting a
white Christmas after all.

'You don't do the Sunday papers do you?'

'Nah, he grinned peering through the windscreen as the wipers cleared the
snow that was falling heavier by the minute. 'Thank God for that. That
Gerry does the Sundays, they're so big now that he uses his van and has a
sidekick.'

'Lucky for you,' I commented as we parked the car in the driveway and
hurried into the house.

'Might be lucky for you if Peng stays overnight, you might have two strays
to keep you warm.'

'Better do my snow dance then. Let's just hope Peng can make it
tonight. Any hassle and I can drive down and pick him up.'

'You fancy Peng as well? No probs there, he has the phone number and he did
ask who you were.' Andy laughed. 'Snowbound and stuck three in a bed, a
fate worse than death.'

'Sounds a good way to spend a Sunday morning to me,' I draped my arm around
his shoulder and led him into the kitchen where we dumped our dampish coats
and stood for a moment looking out into the garden and the settling snow.

'Cold enough to snuggle up in a bed,' he spoke quietly.

'Sounds good to me,' I stepped behind him and put my hands onto his trim
waist and pulled him back, he giggled as he felt my hardness press against
his bottom. 'Come on Andy, I've got another present for you.'

'I bet you have,' he laughed and followed me from the warmth of the kitchen
to the relative chill of my bedroom, the best place to be was under the
bedding and doing what one does when accompanied by what appeared to be a
willing and exceptionally tasty young partner.

I put the heating on all the same and drew the curtains just allowing a
little of the cold grey light to filter through. Without a word being
spoken I started to undress as he did, no chat, no foreplay, just a desire
to get naked and get into a warm bed, anything after that was a bonus. I
had the boy, I had the Sex-Gel and I had a raging hardon, what more did I
want?

He was quicker than I was, he ripped his clothes off, dumped them on the
floor and slipped into bed in a flash, I just managed to get a glimpse of
his cute boyish bottom and his penis swinging. Yeah, it was half hard
already and hanging heavily, he was just about ripe for a game.

'You're slow,' he perved me as I undressed leisurely, peering over the
bedding which he had clutched upto his neck. 'Chilly in here all on my
own.' he gave me a grin.

'Not for much longer,' I shed my underpants aware of his stare, I slipped
into the bed and grabbed him and his smooth body for the second time but
this time in full bedplay mode. I think we both gave satisfied sighs as we
melded together under the bedding sharing each other's warmth and savouring
the feel of each other's body. I ran my hands down his back clasping his
smooth bottom and bringing him in tightly. I could feel him now fully hard
pressed against my own erection.

'This is nice,' he wriggled against me and his hand slipped between us and
grasped my heat. 'It's big,' he slowly worked the loose skin to and
fro. 'Bet Joe loves it.'

'Joe's in Spain, you're here,' I kissed him gently and he kept it going
hanging onto me like a kewpie doll, I felt one smooth leg slide up my side
and reached down to cup his smooth scrotum and rub my finger up and down
his perineum.

'I know what you're after,' he whispered and I felt his tongue flicker at
my lips.

'Yeah?' I opened my mouth to admit his slippery tongue and it shot in to
mate with mine.

'I wonder what Peng's like with his gear off?'

'You'll find out tonight if all goes well,' I rolled a bit and rubbed my
finger across his smooth pucker and I felt him tense for a moment and then
relax.

'I'm a bit scared about this,' he whispered and raised his leg right up my
side giving me even greater access to his private place. 'I know I was
acting a bit lairy but I haven't done it with another guy before.'

'A boy maybe?' I grinned and nuzzled his smooth throat.

'Nobody.'

'OK. We'll play it cool,' I attempted to reassure him. I probably let
myself down a bit when I licked my finger and gave a little push and felt
it open his sphincter and lodge in his warmth.

'Yeah, I can handle that,' he giggled nervously as my finger moved to and
fro sinking just a little deeper into his body's warmth.

I eased my finger free from his hole and gently moved him around on the
bed, he was quiet and allowed himself to be rolled onto his tummy and quite
willingly spread his legs as I clambered between them.

'Beautiful bum,' I whispered and before he could reply I ducked my head
taking a soft bite of one buttock and then the other. He giggled softly and
wriggled his bum. I then trailed my wet tongue from the bottom to the top
of his crack and flathanded his soft mounds exposing his darker skinned
sphincter. A little more pressure and he opened up affording me a glimpse
of his red inner flesh and I struck. My tongue wormed between his tautly
spread cheeks and lapped at his exposed ring, my tongue flickered at his
little button and he trembled.

'That's so dirty,' he said in a quavery voice but I felt his middle come up
just a little.

'Yummy,' I munched away deep into his flesh my tongue probing and
salivating at his tiny hole. I could taste his hole, nothing nasty but just
boy sweaty and getting smoother and slicker by the second.

'Ohhhhhh,' he warbled as the tip of my tongue forced an entrance and at the
same time I reached under the pillow. I uncapped the tub of B-G with one
hand keeping his attention diverted with my tongue at his hole until the
moment arrived. I lifted my head and kissed and lapped up his spine
bringing my oil covered finger onto his ring.

'Jeez,' he flinched but giggled again as he felt me smear his pucker and
inside his cheeks with the slippery gel and then slowly and gently push one
finger through his twitching ring. 'Aaaah, just like the Doc,' he sighed
and pushed onto me.

'I hope the Doctor doesn't do this...' I worked my finger into the knuckled
and began to move it in and out in a circular motion easing and lubricating
his tight little entrance.

'No, he doesn't,' he choked laughing and thrust his bum up as my finger
probed. 'I can live with this.'

'The next bit's better,' I murmured slowly withdrawing my finger.

'Don't hurt me,' the laughter died and he spoke so quietly that I could
barely hear him.

'Never,' I worked my erection between his soft cheeks that had now closed
back into their natural position although his legs were still well
spread. 'Tell me to stop if you want to.'

'Take it easy.' I could feel his body tremble as I located his well oiled
entrance and slowly, ever so slowly took his virginity. I almost passed out
as I felt my well lubed and precuming glans open him up and then be
surrounded and almost absorbed by his hot little body. 'Aaaah,' he sighed
but the tensenes seemed to leave his body and I felt him relax. The worse
was over, his body had accepted my invasion and from now on it would get
easier.

'Roll on your side,' I whispered as I made very tiny movements within him
but sank deeper into his willing flesh as I did. 'Come to Papa.'

'Prat,' he giggled but did roll with me and I continued to fuck my way home
with both of us on our sides. The difference this time was that I had my
over oiled hand on his cock which had softened as they do but was now
coming back to life. 'That's alright,' he placed his hand on mine adjusting
my speed as I wanked him sinking deeper and deeper into his boyish
bottom. He craned his head around to kiss me as I nuzzled at his sweaty
neck. 'Feels weird, doesn't hurt at all.' He sounded almost surprised.

'Different horses different courses,' I munched at the side of his mouth.

'Very deep,' he giggled and grabbing my hip with his spare hand literally
dragged us together, it was at that moment I decided it was all over. With
a long and very slow thrust I sheathed myself in his taut bum savouring his
heat and his willingness as he pushed back against me. We were one, melded,
blended together, call it what you will.

'Nice,' I continued to try and kiss and moved in and out a little more
easily feeling his body working with me... he was a bloody natural and I
couldn't wait to see how he performed when his time came.

'Yeah, nice, he agreed with me. Thanks for not going loony.' He giggled. 'I
sound like a right girl.

'No you don't,' I squeezed his rock hard and oily penis. 'You're all boy
and I'm sure Joe would agree.'

'I hope so,' he pushed back onto me. 'Faster.' I didn't know if he meant
with the wank of the intercourse so I settled for the shagging moving both
oiled hands up his body tweaking and fondling his hard little titties. He
too left the wank alone and clutching the pillow like an inflatable doll
scrunged it into his groin and merrily fucked away at it moving his tight
little arse on me at the same time.

'Don't cum,' I warned him breathlessly.

'Why?'

'I want your juices, little boy.'

'Great,' he murmured and pushed back onto me even harder as I cranked up
speed up for my climax. Another roll and I was on top of him and he was
belly down onto the bed, this time he shoved his comfort pillow under his
middle raising his bottom as I effortlessly slid in and out. My balls were
up tight and I could feel my heat about to erupt. He moaned again and I
kissed and mouthed the back of his neck as I felt my passion rise.

This was it.

I finished in a flurry of deep digs which made him squeal and had him
pushing back onto me hard enough to hernia. I felt the familiar swelling
and then the blessed relief of the little death as my erection pulsed and
throbbed shooting a flood of spunk deep into his writhing and sweaty young
body. It was a good one and I felt totally drained and exhausted as I
pumped myself to a heart attack feeling my stiffness coated with my own cum
and even trails and trickles between his tightly clamped cheeks.

'Jeezus, that was so dirty, I could even feel you spunk inside me,' he
craned his sweat stained face around for the last time but I slipped free
and flipped him over. This time I wanted a proper gum numbing, teeth
shattering snog and so, it seemed, did he. I'm surprised we didn't both
finish up with broken necks after that one. It was finally over, he'd lost
his virginity and from the big grin on his face had loved every moment of
it. Or perhaps he was thinking of the rematch. 'I'm so hard,' he whined
like a little girl and gave me a little smirk.

'I did say I wanted your juices,' I smiled and flopped onto my back. Let's
see if he could make the grade. He did.

With a big beaming smile he hopped up and forced himself between my legs
and with a struggle hoisted my legs up onto his shoulders.  'Where do we go
from here?' He slowly tugged at his hardness running his foreskin over it's
shiny head.

'Work it out, lover boy,' I took my knees down to my chest exposing my all.

'I knew it was something like that,' he laughed and staring at me moved in,
I felt his cum slicked glans rub against my sphincter and then just a
slight push and he was in me.

'Ooooooh,' he gasped as my anal muscles trapped him and I clamped as best I
could on his meaty organ as he pushed in against my contraction, He would
win because I wanted him to but I enjoyed a litle fight.

'Harder,' I smiled mockingly as he pushed trying to get in deeper.

'Bloody right,' he frowned and then gave an almighty push which brought him
down onto my belly and his five incher or whatever it was deep into my
gut. Home and dry, now for the jig-a-jig.

'Yow,' I shouted and then clutched his moving body as he moved in and out
looking very pleased with himself. 'Yeah, that's nice... take your time.'

He smiled at me and slowed down bringing his lips down to mine. We kissed
long and easily as he worked himself in and out. I slipped my legs down and
rested them on his back applying a little pressure bearing him down onto
me. He smiled even more and pumped even harder. 'This ain't gonna last,' he
gasped.

I didn't reply I just held his narrow hips as he moved in and out faster
and faster. I could feel from his tight buns and his sweat that he was
about ready and finally he whined and rammed in deep and stayed in. I felt
his cock jerk and spurt. His spunky slime seemed to pour into me in creamy
jolts as he gradually subsided onto my belly and lay there breathing
heavily as I he'd just run a race.

'Oooh,' he moved again and then again, slowly moving in and out on his own
mess. 'Now that is nice,' he gradually withdrew in a spill of
cum. 'Yeuchy.'

'Never mind, I can change the sheets,' I laughed and rolling over cuddled
his sweatily damp and warm body to me. This was the way to spend a Saturday
afternoon, you couldn't beat it. 'Come on, let's have a snooze.'

'I'd better phone home, I said I might be out for the night not that I
would be,' he mumbled and turned on his side shoving his bum against my
hip.

'Well, go on then, covering your bets were you?' I spooned up against him
pressing my flaccid penis against his soft bottom.

'Sort of,' he chuckled. 'Sod it, there's no need really, they know I'm
probably at friends.'

'Upto you, lover boy.'

'I like that,' he wriggled his bum against me. If I didn't know better I'd
have thought he wanted more of the same. 'Lover boy, nice. Bet Joe'll throw
a tantrum.'

'Probably want a share.'

'Brrrr,' he shuddered. 'Joe sex,' he giggled and pushed his bum back even
harder, if I was ignoring him my penis wasn't, I could feel it thickening
and hardening up. This kid was asking for trouble. 'Put it between my
legs,' he whispered.

'Sleep,' I replied but I did put it between his legs and he clamped his
thighs on me. I had a funny idea where this was leading and I was right. He
started to make little movements with his hips basically wanking me with
his clenched thighs and I just got harder. The devil was in me, your honour
or that was my excuse. This kid was a bit of a nympho, two on the trot so
soon was just a little unusual. 'Keep this up and I'm gonna do you again,'
I threatened tiredly.

'Go on then, just put it in...'

'Jeez,' I moaned and adjusting myself located his tacky and still slightly
slippery hole and gently pushed into his heat.'

'That's nice,' he pushed back onto me and once I was in deeply gave a self
satisfied sigh. 'Now sleep.'

Small chance and no chance there I thought but I did try. Five minuted
later I was shagging his tight little bottom and he was grunting, groaning
and wanking himself. He was one randy little boy, no doubt about it. I
slipped free and rolled him onto his back.

'Aaaaah,' he whined and smiled up at me. 'I thought you were going for
seconds.'

'I am,' I hoisted his legs up onto my shoulders and moved in.

'Sexy old man,' he grinned and pulled a face when I pushed up against his
well used ring but then closed his eyes with a smile as I pushed in seating
myself in his heat for the second time. This time it took longer and it
produced a hell of a lot of puffing and panting but I got there in the end
and collapsed on him as I sent my second load into his now well squishy
little boy fanny.

'Now we sleep,' I finally managed to get out.

'Yeah, now we sleep,' he agreed with a tired smile. 'Don't forget Peng.'
Those were his last words as I turned my back and this time he spooned upto
me. I felt his hardness slip between my cheeks and enter me. 'Great....' he
started slowly and I just relaxed and let him have his way. I drifted off
with his hot cock moving inside me and the last thing I remembered was the
feel of his lazy squirts into my gut and him slipping free.

The phone ringing woke me up and I reached out grabbing it and shoving it
into his hand as he too awoke and blearily looked around collecting his
thoughts no doubt wondering where the hell he was.

'Peng I suspect.'

'Hello,' he spoke nervously and then a huge grin spread across his
face. 'It's Andy, the newspaper boy,' he laughed and looked at me as I
looked at him wondering what was going on.

'Who is it?' I mouthed.

'Nah, just shagging,' he laughed into the phone and rolled over as I tried
to grab the it from him, it wasn't Peng that was for sure.

'No. He still loves you,' he laughed scuttling across the bed taking the
phone with him. He babbled away and it suddenly came to me who it was. I
lay back in the bed and relaxed, he'd tire of his game soon and sure enough
he did. 'It's Joe for you,' he grinned and handed me the phone.

The conversation was pretty brief and thankfully Joe was understanding. One
thing he did make clear and that was that Andy would be required to do a
few more overnighters when the boys returned. Andy listening in didn't seem
too concerned, so, as they say, all's well that ends well. Joe was well and
the boys were enjoying themselves and that was the main thing. The phone
was barely back in it's fitting before it rang again but by now we were
both contemplating having a shower. This time it was Peng. Andy talked to
him, the boy had managed to get a night out and we arranged to collect him
at eight which gave us enough time to get cleaned up and for me to sort my
bed out.

The big surprise was when we went out to the car was the the snow was
falling very heavily and there was at least two inches in the drive with a
lot more to come. If it kept going all night we'd have a hell of a job
getting up and down the hill to the village.

'Goody, goody, gumdrops,' Andy sang out as he clambered into the back seat.

'Could run out of food and have to eat each other,' I remarked.

'Peng and chips?'

'Sounds good to me,' I laughed. 'I'll have his sweet bottom and you can
have his dangly bit.'

'Whatever,' Andy laughed. 'Watch the road.'

We took it slow going down the hill into the village which was pretty
deserted for a Saturday evening. I actually had the four wheel drive
engaged which was a rarity. Peng was doing an impersonation of a snowman at
the Village Green phonebox the place where I had first collected Joe those
long years ago. I had that feeling, that deja vu bit was this the beginning
of another Joe and pals routine, I didn't really think so with Andy and his
pal being so much younger and times do change after all. Five lodgers or
dependants were enough even if they had started bringing money into the
coffers

'Hi, Peng,' I cranked the window down and told him to jump into the back
with his little pal. He gave me a flashing grin and hopped in, he was even
sweeter when he smiled.

Getting up the hill with the snow now literally dropping by the ton was a
bit of an endeavour but we got there in the end, it looked like my comments
about getting snowed in was may be more to the point than I thought. Our
road although a 'rich' one and rather classy wasn't a main through route
and we had absolutely no chance of a gritter, in fact, with the
unexpectedness of the snowfall they'd probably only get out on the main
carriageways and leave the rest. I had bags of rock salt in the garage and
could do the drive or the boys could but if you couldn't get down the road
there didn't seem much point.

'Get inside, kiddies,' I hustled them in and locked the Explorer, not too
much chance of car thieves tonight but stranger things have happened. Once
in the lounge I got them to get rid of their top gear and seated them
comfortably in front of my simulated log fire. Great thing for having sex
in front of, Joe and I did it as much as possible in the winter, I didn't
think the fluffy rug was going to get much action tonight though.

'The usual?' I looked at Andy.

'Please,' he smiled.

'Peng. Scotch and lemonade, WKD, Smirnoff Ice... soft drinkl?'

'Smirnoff would be nice; he spoke quietly but gave me that smile again.'

I gave them drinks and turned the TV on which is a great conversation
stopper but kept the sound down, it was a bit early to suggest porn. I had
the same as Andy, the night was reasonably young and these two would be as
pissed a parrots if I fed them too much in the way of booze. Two nude boys
would be nice, two drunk nude boys... not.

We blithely talked nonsense for an hour, about Peng's work in the
Carpenters, about Andy's newspaper round even about Joe and his Spanish
Student Exchange Programme which was news to both of them. Peng didn't even
know Joe and I think rightly or wrongly got the idea he was my son. No
doubt Andy would put him straight later on.

'Got any decent vids or DVDs?' Andy finally poppped the question in a lull
in the conversation, at the room was nice and warm and we were all down to
t-shirts and socks.

It was what I'd been waiting for and I had briefed Andy earlier on that a
dodgy video did at least sort out the sheep from the goats. He should be
alright though, I was in the armchair but he and his pal who in the end had
turned out to be of Indonesian extraction were more or less sitting on top
of one another on the small sofa. Well I'd pushed the four seater well out
of the way.

'Horror, Scifi... some home movies of the boys?'

'Who's boys?' Peng seemed to be a bit slow on the uptake but he couldn't be
that dim.

'Peter's boys,' Andy looked at me and rolled his eyes. 'The boys who run
his exchange business.'

'Oh.' Peng still seemed a bit mystified but I dug out the video anyway. In
fact in all boy company it was basically naturalist I suppose you'd call
it, it was towards the end it got a bit near the knuckle (another one of
those mystery phrases). Soppy as a pair of clogs... there's another one
just to prove the point. Daft as a brush... don't ask.

Mind you this film was over a year old and we fully intended to do some
'real stuff' just for our own amusement but never go around to it. The
dodgy ones we had done, the so called simulations of my yaoi art were
hidden away somewhere and where was anyone's guess.

I put the thing on and ran it and then settled back with my drink,
reactions should be interesting. The first stuff I'd done with my camcorder
had been when Joe and the boys had gone mad and cleaned the pool out and
got it back to being fully operational. I often used to watch this one when
I was bored. The good old days, myself, Joe and my other four lodgers all
doing the naked bit and at the end of it all... wow!

'Jeez,' Andy looked at the screen and his jaw had dropped. The sight of Joe
in those days was enough to make anyone oggle. He had a big dick for a
skinny lad at the time and it's only recently seems to have grown into
it. Mind you as the others appeared the bigger boys were no slouches
either, little Martin and Willy as they were then were a lot less well
endowed although they were sweet each in their own way.

Peng and Andy both giggled as Sean and Martin decided to have a wrestle and
Simon and Willy joined in. Oh, I forgot, all naked by the way.

'You can get nicked for that,' Andy commented quite seriously as Simon
blatantly kissed Willy and they then lay in each others arms getting rather
'familiar' I think is the word.

'It's nice,' Peng said quietly. 'It's nice that they can show their
feelings without queer bashers attacking them.'

'Of course,' Andy quickly recovered and flashed me a glance and a quick
grin. 'I'm all for it, let it all hang out.' I noticed he casually draped
his arm around Peng's narrow shoulders and after a moment Peng lay back and
cuddled in a bit, nothing too obvious but enough to show the way things
were going.

'I don't believe this,' Andy's voice broke as Willy came on laying on a
lilo being oiled up by his partner Simon. Simon's hands worked the oil into
the much smaller boy's shoulders and then across the kid's tight little
bottom. I clicked the remote and the film stopped.

'Aaaw,' Andy and Peng moaned as one.

'This get's personal and rather obscene now,' I advised them. 'Good boys
wouldn't want to watch this sort of thing.'

'Why not?' Andy laughed and looked at me, Peng snuggled into Andy's arm and
giggled, both of them were showing distinct lumps in their trousers. 'You
just can't show us half a bloody film.'

'It's got to be secret squirrel then, no blabbing.'

'Right, totally between us three. OK, Peng.'

'Yes, please play it, Peter,' Peng gave me a look he must have learned from
Joe and Andy, the little boy wants more pocket money look I call it.

'It's a bit near the mark.' I warned then again.

'Get on with it,' Andy laughed. 'I'll come in and give you an early morning
whatsit.'

'Bring your friend,' I smiled and presseed the remote. Peng seemed
oblivious of the wordplay or was he, I didn't know. The film was rolling
for them anyway and their eyes were out like organstops. 'Just gonna check
on the weather and get some more booze,' I got to my feet and left them to
it. I knew what came next. The next segment showed Simon squirting sun oil
on Willy's bum, working it into his crack and then basically getting
between his legs and shagging him in full view of everyone who was around
the pool at that time. I think we'd all paired off and done the same but
the camera was away out of it by then.

I looked out of the kitchen door and the damn snow was around a foot deep
and settling well, it boded disasters all round for the morning. The
country would come to a standstill as it does every time we get some
snow. A mental shrug and I got a selection of booze Andy having gone onto
the WKD earlier in the evening. My timing was perfect, I walked back into
the lounge just as the film faded to black. I didn't capture my two guests
having a grope but I rather thought they heard me coming as they were both
just a little flushed and sitting at a respectable distance from each
other. In a word, I think they had clicked. Thank God for dodgy videos.

'Here you go boys, one each and enjoy. I've put the heating on in the
bedrooms as the snow is absolutely falling down.'

'Normally does,' Andy cackled. Doncha just love smart arses. 'That was a
bit intense,' he referred to the film no doubt.

'I did tell you.'

'I thought it was sweet,' Peng surprised me, what surprised me even more
was that he cuddled back upto Andy as if he couldn't bother pretending any
more. Good, I liked it.

'He's got a big thingy, that Simon,' Andy laughed. 'The little one seemd to
like it though.'

'They were pals for a long time before they ever came up here.'

'But you let them do what they like?' Peng surprised me again. He seemed
very quick on the uptake whereas Andy had a rough idea of the way things
were and was just getting confirmation of his suspicions after all, Peng
was breaking completely new ground. Mind you the tester would come in their
bedroom and unfortunately I wouldn't be there.

'Cor, this stuff could knock you out,' Andy looked owlishly at his blue
bottle.

'Not too much,' Peng giggled.

I smiled like an old Dutch Uncle or whatever, let the children have their
fun. I'd claim my Andy back tomorrow and if we were snowed in I might even
claim them both.

'Can we play the film again?' Andy asked but only after Peng had given a
little whisper in his ear.

'Help yourself, boys,' I stood. 'I'm off to bed so make sure all the lights
are off when you finish in here. Oh, yeah. Turn the fire off as well.'

'Alright,' Andy looked a little suprised that I was abandoning them but it
was time to stop being the spare prick at a wedding and let them have their
fun. 'I'll pop in and let you know when we're bedding down.'

'OK, pal. It's up to you,' I bade them good night once again and left them
to it. I wish I had a bloody camera on the wall but that would be pervy. I
must sort some prices out after the Christmas. The thought of Andy and the
rather lanky Peng naked and doing the dirty was a bit of a turn
on. Mediterranean darkness on Eastern golden brown, now there would be a
sight for sore eyes.

 I had a brief play about on my computer in my room and whacked off an
EMail to Joe letting him know what was going on. I said that I doubted
getting over to Spain for the Christmas but hoped to fly over for the New
Year with just a five percent chance of company, maybe as low as two
percent, it all hung on a passport. My last act before going to bed was to
check the weather and found that the intense snow was forecast for the
remainder of the night and most of tomorrow with no real break until
Tuesday in sight. All non essential travellers were advised to bunker down
and wait it out, great advice if you have a jobb to go to or a horde of
starving kids to feed. Anyway, tomorrow was Sunday so a bit of leeway there
and the schools were on their last week before the holiday shutdown. With
this the brats would probably get an extra week's holiday out of it.

I was just about to get into bed when there was a gentle tap on the door, I
called out for Andy to come in seeing me half naked would hardly be a
shock.

'Just popped in to say goodnight, Pete.'

'Goodnight, Andy.' I smiled. ''You alright with Peng?'

'Yeah, fine,' Andy hovered at the door. 'He's raring for a play around
whether he'll go the full course is something else.'

'Gotta use your charm.'

'Thanks for everything,' he grinned nervously. 'Dunno how to pay you back.'

'Of course you do,' I laughed. 'Bring yourself in tomorrow or both of you
give me a wake up call.'

'Alright,' he smirked. 'Leastways you'll get me.'

'That'll do me, good night lover boy.'

'Night,' a quick almost furtive kiss and he was gone. A quick peep from the
window to see the snow falling in a steady white cascade was enough for
me. It was time for bed.

I didn't spend a sleepless night as I'd expected. I'd had a day of Andy,
we'd clicked well and had good sex. I was put in mind of Joe so much, the
huge difference being that Joe had a shit life and had fell into my hands
like a ripe plum whereas Andy seemed OK at home and, of course, he was
younger. Still good sex even if a schooly. The one thing that did cross my
mind in the light of experiece with my boys was that when they were paired
or 'in love' as happens they tended to go their own way and freeze you
out. When over in Spain slutting around they tended to pass the latest
conquest around like a piece of merchandise, it would be interesting to see
which way Andy went with Peng. To be brutal and frank I could stand little
Andy as a little lover and a Joe substitute but Peng was just a bit of
spare. Crash, bang, wallop and thanks for the sex, sort of thing. I didn't
see or really need Peng as anything other than an overnight guest, I wasn't
very interested in any sort of relationship. Of course he may feel exactly
the same and that would be fine by me. I had two married couples already
eating me out of house and home although they were finally bringing money
into the place... as if I was short of money but charity has to finish
somewhere.

To cut a long story short I was up bright and early around six o'clock on
the Sunday morning and the first thing I did was to look out of the
window. The forecast was right, it was still snowing although now it was
the light stuff but the wind was whipping it around and it made you shiver
just to look through the glass. The Slutmobile was covered upto the windows
and would be unlikely to move today unless we made an effort, I couldn't
really see where my driveway ended and the road began so much for the
Sunday papers, I imagine the country was moving into emergency mode. I got
myself a cup of nicely hot and sweet chocolate and sat huddled in my
dressing gown with the fire on full blast watching the televison. It seemed
the snow would end around mid afternoon and another band was moving in for
the night.

My mind was racing, I didn't mind being marooned with Andy I'm sure we
could find lots to do but I didn't really want Peng and I could hardly toss
him out of the house. My thoughts were interrupted by a hand on the
shoulder which nearly gave me a heart attack.

'Hello, lover.' It was Andy and he too was wrapped up in a dressing gown
and he got up onto the sofa and huddled up. 'Jeez, it's cold today.'

'Have you looked out of the window?'

'Yeah,' he giggled. 'Peng's awake and bleating on about how he needs to get
home blah, blah.'

Well that was music to my ears. 'How's about you?'

'No, I can stop here and keep you from going cabin crazy,' he
laughed. 'That's upto you, of course, I suppose I should bell themat home
what I'm doing... school will be closed tomorrow that's for sure.'

'Early holiday?'

'Looks that way,' he snuggled up and sniffed my mug. 'Love hot chocolate.'

Gawd, don't these brats give you that lost puppy look when the want
something.

'Tell me how you got on with Peng first.'

'I shagged him twice, he cum both times and that was it. He likes a kiss
and cuddle but he's basically a girl I think,' he gave a grin. 'That is my
report, sir.'

'Earns you a mug of the good stuff and an extended invitation,' I looked
him and smiled slipping one hand into his gown and tweaking a soft
nipple. 'I'm not a girl.'

'I know that, thank God. I like a bit of give and take,' he looked at me
owlishly and I laughed and left him to the heat. A mug of hot chocolate was
the least I could do before taking my pleasure with Peng which I was
determined to do. After that was the problem of how to get him home.

Before we went into Peng I made him a cup of tea working on the theory it
would be better to have tea spilt in the bed than hot drinking chocolate,
in fact, Andy took it in and I escorted him. Peng must have suspected what
was coming but he just lay there with his face peering out over the bedding
and grinned. 'Good morning, Peter.'

'Morning, Peng,' I sat on the edge of the bed as Andy after passing over
the mug clambered up and squatted on the pillow right alongside Peng's
head. 'We're snowed in at present.'

''Ah, my parents will go bananas,' Peng whined.

'Can't be helped, we'll go out a bit and get the Explorer dug out, if we
can get her onto the road she'll be alright.'

'Very deep out there,' Andy warned. 'The snow's upto the windows.'

'Good job I've got a couple of shovels in the garage then,' I grinned. 'As
long as she starts she'll move.' I felt pretty confident as the last time
we'd had heavy snow the overnight traffic had kept the main carriageway
clear and the A roads had been gritted anyway, there was no reason to think
things would be different this time.

'It's nice and warm in here,' Peng looked at me with his grin just a little
wider and am unspoken invitation in his eyes.

'I'll go and catch up on the weather forecast,' Andy not so subtley made
his limpo excuse and clambered off the bed, a quick smile and he was out of
it. I was alone with Peng.

'So, you had a nice quiet night?' I looked at his boyish features as he
peered at me.

'It was interesting,' he pushed the bedding down a little. 'Are you coming
in,' he sounded nervous and I knew that Andy must have briefed him, I hope
the little sod hadn't put too much pressure onto the Indonesian kid, I
wouldn't like that.

'I'm like a vampire,' I smiled reassuringly. 'I need inviting willingly and
without duress... no probs if you're not in the mood.'

'But I am,' he laughed and pushed the bedding down further exposing his
flawlessly smooth torso with his dark brown nipples totally erect with the
early morning chill. 'Quickly, it's cold.'

Well, I'd said my bit and acted the gentleman, enough was enough, I kicked
my slippers off and shedding my dressing gown slipped under the bedding and
clasped his warm body to me caressing his warm caramel coloured skin from
under his armpits to his narrow hips and then onto his taut little bubble
butt.

'Ooooh,' he shuddered and pressed against me, surprisingly his hardness
felt quite large as it mashed against mine bit I remembered what Andy had
said. I squeezed and massaged his soft bottom and he moaned in my ear ever
so slowly turning in my arms. 'Do me,' he whispered.

'Where's the stuff,' I felt under the pillow, it would be a miracle not to
find a tube or pot of some sort of lube in Joe's bedding and then I
remembered that all the beds had been stripped and remade when the boys had
left. Shit!

'Andy found this,' Peng giggled and pressed something into my hand, it was
a small tube of suntan lotion. Just what you needed on a snowy pre
Christmas morning.

I didn't say anything, I just uncapped it and squeezed some of the lotion
out onto my fingers and slipped them between his smooth and relaxed
buns. He made a contented sigh as I smeared his pucker and slid one finger
into his slight resistance. On impulse I rolled him onto his back and
slipped ontop of his warm body.

'Come on,' he grabbed my bum fiercely bonding us together.

I rose taking his legs up and pushing his knees down to his chest putting
us into the position but still keeping us beneath the warmth of the
bedding.

'I haven't done it this way, Andy liked it doggy,' he flushed a bit and
grinned. 'Shouldn't tell you really.'

'Don't worry,' I smiled at him and dropped my head kissing him lightly on
the lips and then a little harder as I guided my weeping glans upto his
entrance. I felt the slip and slide of the oil as I centred. I kissed him
harder sliding my tongue into his mouth as I gently pushed against him
forcing his pucker to open and accept my hot cock.

'Aaaaah,' he wailed into my mouth as I slid in and started to move almost
immediately. I'd had a frustrating night thinking about Andy and himself
getting it off and now it was my turn. I knew Peng was tenderised in a
manner of speaking, he had to be the way Andy fucked and if he'd taken Andy
twice making a hat trick wouldn't hurt too much. From his smile and little
groans it didn't seem to hurt at all. When he grabbed my hips and pulled
himself onto my thrusts I knew he was having fun. Playing the bottom wasn't
a chore with Peng, it was a pleasure probably more so than with some of the
other boys I knew in the biblical sense. 'Yessss...' he gazed at me with
sparkling eyes.  'That is so big... so nice,' his legs pressed onto my back
as I started to move in and out.

He was good sex, I could see why Andy went twice. He squeezed on me as I
thrust and then just relaxed a little as I slid out all the time giving
appreciative littl murmurs and pressing his legs on my back harder.

'Yes, yes,' harder,' he writhed beneath me and started to wank his
surprisingly large brown erection.

'No, don't,' I grabbed his wrists and pinned them above his head as I
worked upto my climax.

'Aaaah,' he wailed a protest but I knew what I was doing. I felt my surge
and he writhed clenching his boy fanny as best he could as I spurted my man
juice deep into his gut. He cried out as I slipped free and went straight
down onto his jerking and dribbling cock. 'Aaaaaah.' This time it was a
sigh of pleasure as I took his spunky tasting glans in deep and moved his
foreskin to and fro on it's rock hard inner shaft. Jeez, he came like a
fire hose. I gobbled, sucked and swallowed what seemed to be pints of his
hot creamy splashes of boy spunk and finished by squeezing his limpening
noodle dry to the last sticky little drop.

'OK?' I asked as I cuddled up against him. All passion spent is the phrase
I believe.

'Yes, lovely,' he giggled and wriggled against me. 'A night to remember but
I must phone my parents and get them to pick me up.'

'Small chance and no chance,' I sampled his sweet lips again. 'Unless they
have a snow plough that is... Andy and I'll try in the Explorer.'

'Is it that bad?'

'Look out of the window, sweetnuts.' Well, they were, I'd just had a little
suck.

He scuttled from the bed giving me a flash of his cum smeared bottom,
looked from the window and rushed back to the bed leaping in and cuddling
up again. 'I must still phone them,' he spoke quite regretfully.

''Nice cuppa for a pair of right noisy bastards,' Andy peered around the
door and seeing us reasonably inactive came in bearing a tray of steaming
mugs. I love it when they're housetrained.

'Listening at the door?' I ventured.

'Damn right,' he cackled and placed the tray on the bed. 'Put your own
sugar in,' he took his own mug off and sat sipping looking at us
both. 'Well?'

'Don't be so nosey,' I laughed. 'You dug my motor out yet?'

'You must be joking.'

'We'll have a go after a bit of breakfast.'

'Then what?'

'We have a go at taking Peng home then we come back and sit in front of the
television for the weekend,' I gave him a crafty wink.

'Right,' he laughed. 'I hope you have food in, there's another heavy snow
forecast for tonight.'

'Don't worry, the fridge is full, the booze is in and... have you got a
passport?'

'What?'

'I said have you got a passport?'

'Yeah, I had to get one for the school trip last year to Norway.'

'Good. We'll chat later.'

'Right,' I left it at that. I didn't want to say too much in front of Peng
and I didn't want to really discuss what was on my mind until we were alone
again. If I was going to truck Joe out a little boyfriend I needed Joe to
line me up a willing little Spanish boy, nothing comes for free. It was
going to be a quiet Christmas but that was my bad organisation, with Andy
it may become bearable it just depended how much time he could get away
from his family and how much time he was willing to spend with me. I could
hardly tie him down although the thought had flashed through my mind.

'Who wants what for brekky?' I looked at the almost comatose Peng and the
bright eyed and bushy tailed Andy. I smiled inwardly, he was up for more, I
could see it in his narrow, beady, crossed eyes. That was a joke by the
way, his eyes kept dropping to my middle bit in the bed, it was pretty
obvious what he wanted.

'Just some toast will do me,' Peng came to life. 'We don't have breakfast
at home.'

'Toast plus a boiled egg'll do me,' Andy grinned. 'We don't have breakfast
at home either but as you're offering...'

'Good,' I slid from the bed naked aware of the two boys oggling me as I
stood naked for a moment and put on my gown. 'Sorry to break up the party,
but we need to make a move.'

'I just love domineering men,' Andy sighed dramatically and Peng
giggled. Poetry in motion it wasn't but we were mobile or at least we would
be when the delicious Peng got himself out of bed.

The end result was the boys sorted out their own eats, in common with Joe
and my other boys coffee or tea was enough for me and I had time to get
them sorted out some warm clothing. This was easy, a quick raid of my boy's
wardrobes provided woolies, topcoats and gloves. Wooly hats were ten a
penny and in the end we were ready to go.

'Shovels in the garage also the heater.'

'Heater?' Andy shivered and looked at Peng as if to say: This is your
bloody fault.

'Yeah, it's stretch on an extension and blow warm air under the
motor... just shovel some holes to let the hot air through.'

'Whey, easy peasy,' Andy crowed and once I'd unlocked the garage door they
got to work. It was bitterly cold and snow was coming down again. The clown
who coined the phrase 'to cold to snow' was an idiot, what the hell did he
think it did in the Arctic. There was also a stiff breeze which was raising
the windchill but they soldiered on. I was quite proud of my little men as
I sat in the Explorer waiting for them to free the wheels.

'This is slave labour,' Andy gasped as I cracked the door and peered out.

'I'll warm you up this afternoon, sweetpea,' I promised with a grin. 'How's
underneath?'

'Clear and looking very wet,' Peng piped up.

'Wet?' I hopped out and knelt down but there was nothing to panic
about. The heater had melted the snow stuck to the undercarriage of the
vehicle and was puddling, it would freeze later but not with the heater
running. 'Right,' I made my decision and hopped back in. The vehicle was
fully serviced, topped up with anti freeze and a bloody good four wheel
drive, no reason for it not to start. The things work in Northern and
Eastern Europe it just seems nothing seems to work in this bloody
country. I knew the batteries were good, I'd only had them replaced in the
summer.

God was on our side. One false start which was my fault as usual, the
second hit was good. The engine rumbled away and I left it on a very slow
idle letting the thing warm up.

'Sling all the stuff in the garage lads,' I instructed the serfs. 'Go in
and have a hot cuppa and I'll sit here and let it warm through.'

'We'll fetch a mug back,' Andy grinned gratefully. Poor little mite did
need a good warming up. He'd probably be giving Peng a quick shag in the
kitchen but the motor was running and that was the main thing. Once I felt
it was right I put it into four wheel drive and ran it up and down my
drive. In fact the road didn't look too bad, there must have been overnight
traffic to keep it compacted in the centre at least. Needless to say there
was no sign of activity apart from a dad and a pair of kids shovelling snow
up the road a bit. Whilst I waited for the boys I flattened a track out
into the road and to my garage, when we returned the vehicle was going
straight under cover something that I should have done yesterday. This
bloody tea was taking for ever as well but I didn't want to go in, as sure
as God made little apples I'd capture Andy giving Peng one over the kitchen
table and I didn't want to catch them at it.

The hot drink finally arrived and from their flushed faces it was pretty
clear what they'd been upto but I let it pass, Peng was on his way and I'd
have Andy to myself very shortly. The garage was sorted out and I piled
them both into the front of the motor just in case we got into trouble. It
was a damn sight easier to hop out of the front than the rear, maybe
illegal but so what. We got down the road with the four wheel drive engaged
all the way. I stopped at the guy shovelling snow with his lads and had a
chat more to oggle the kids than anything else but I did learn he had a
flat battery as well as bing snowed in. I gave them my phone number and
promised to help out if and when we got some sort of a thaw. The kids
weren't going to school and he wasn't going to work that was for sure. Both
blondes and about thirteen and fifteen by the way.

We stayed on the same road which took us down a pretty long and steady hill
into Horsham Village, hell to walk up or cycle as Andy did but no problem
sliding down in a bloody great Explorer. I rememebered my driving
instructions of some years back. Low gear, high throttle in snow and it
seemed to work, that instructor must have known what he was talking about
after all.

At the famous Green where I had collected Peng he wanted to hop out and
walk but being a Christian and imagining that he must be at least a little
sore around the back end I took him to his house which was about a mile
on. Fond farewells said and vague promises to meet up after the Christmas
and we had a challenge, getting back up the hill we'd gracefully slid down
a little time ago.

'The dual carriageway will probably be gritted,' Andy suggested. There you
go, I knew he just wasn't a pretty face and a tight fuck.

'You reckon?'

'Always is,' he grinned. 'Then you can just drop down Montrose Road onto
your place.'

'Genius.' I laughed and off we went... and he was right. We got home in
double quick time.

'I'm bloody frozen,' Andy complained although the heater was going full
blast.

'Never mind, we can get in front of the fire.'

'Mmmmm,' he gave me a sly smile. 'My dick's sore after that nymphomaniac.'

'Well you could have turned him down in the kitchen.'

'Ah,' he crimsoned up. 'You were peeping.'

'Didn't have to,' I laughed. 'Peng just likes cock, I didn't think he'd
turn down a last chance.'

'He didn't,' Andy grinned. 'Anyway, it's sore...'

'Meaning?'

'I might be slipping into a passive spell,' he gave me a coy little
look. 'If you want that is.'

'I want,' I answered shortly as we cruised along the dual carriageway and
turned back ontop the snowbound road that led down to my house. A slowdown,
caution and a long fifteen minutes later we drove onto my drive and
straight into my garage, Home, safe and sound and stiff.

''We could go to bed for a bit,' Andy looked at me and then at the
floor. 'We were up early for a Sunday.'

'Snuggle and cuddle in the warm.'

'Snuggle, cuddle and the other,' he grinned. 'See. I'm getting a taste for
it,' he giggled almost proudly.

'Let's go and have a bath and warm up.'

'Great.'

We stripped off like an old married couple in my room and I must admit I
had trouble keeping my hands off him, he knew as well the little
tease. Before I was fully undressed he fled naked trailing his bathrobe and
giving me a cute wriggle of his tight little bottom on his way out of the
room. That boy was looking for a good fucking, mind you, after a night with
Peng his poor penis was probably worn to the bone or is it gristle. Anyway,
by the time I got into the bathroom he had the tap going and was doing his
paddle about mixing the foamy with the rushing influx.

'Not too warm after frostbite,' I warned jokingly.

'Just warm enough,' he looked at me with his boyish cock at half mast,
neither hard nor limp.

'Come here,' I stepped down alongside him and clasped his firm young body
seeking his mouth with a kiss and moulding his firm young buttocks. 'God, I
wanted you last night, I could have come in and stuffed that Peng kid.'

'I wish you had,' he giggled. 'He just wanted me to prong him all night.'

'Prong him,' I laughed. 'That's a new one, how's about me pronging you.'

He answered by sitting on the edge of the bath and laying back looking up
at me. 'Come on then,' his voice had thickened and his penis was rising up
his belly.

'A bit of a massage first,' I sat alongside him and sponged some warm water
onto his belly, as he looked down at me with interest I circled the bar of
soap on his navel making a thick creamy mix. He was patient, he wriggled
and moved up a bit taking his lower legs from the water and laid fully flat
out alongside the sunken bath as I soaped his groin but without paying too
much attention to his now stiff organ. I soaped and massaged his tight
scrotum and inside his thighs and then down his brown legs. I gave his feet
special attention getting between his stubby toes and lightly caressing the
soles. Rinsing one foot off I sucked his big toe and then the others
stroking his calves and then back down onto his other leg all the time
sucking and flickering my tongue between his toes.

'Come on, Peter,' he croaked throatily and tried to roll onto his belly but
I was on my way back up his body. This time a spared a minuted for his hot
hardness moving his foreskin to and fro and squeezing it over his bulging
glans. I grinned as I saw a thin trickle of pearly cum ooze from it's
slit. 'Come on,' he gently pumped into my hand. I ignored him and my soapy
hands moved up over his hips and waist smoothing his torso, his tiny
nipples and under his arms with just the faintest sign of dark
hair. 'Oooh..., Peter,' he moaned and moved into a clinch as I washed
around his neck and brought his face to mine for a kiss. He was in my arms
now and we rolled about on the bath's side my hands soapy and slippery all
over him, his back and then clasping his solidly muscled little
bottom. Once moment tensed and then relaxed and soft in my hands. As he
rolled I moved and got between his legs parting them and kneeling to admire
his flawless butt and his partially exposed ring.

No more soap. Spreading his cheeks I ducked and tongued at his cleft
seeking and finding his brown pucker and lapping and probing at his tight
little hole.

'Do it, do it,' he moaned in a frenzy pushing his little bottom up into my
face.

'Doggy,' I whispered and he giggled, he knew exactly what I meant.

He climbed up and crouched on all fours wriggling his soapy body which was
amost white with concentrated lather excepting his beautiful wet orbs of
flesh with their parting containing his very own little treasure. I guided
my soapy hardness to his hole and gently pushed. He opened up and accepted
me with a little moan of appreciation. As I slowly moved to and fro sinking
deeper and deeper into his tight and encompassing flesh he moaned and
pushed back on me until I was slapping against his buttocks with my raging
hardness buried deep in his young and ever so willing body.

Hands on his narrow hips I went for the jackpot. Let the shag begin. As he
huffed and puffed I slid in and out of his tight little tunnel my belly
slapping against his taut cheeks at each thrust. He kept muttering for me
to fuck him, shag him, stuff him, harder and harder, deeper and deeper. He
did like a bit of dirty talking and I enjoyed it as well as I nailed him
time after time. In the end we finished up on our knees but with our bodies
upright as I just moved my hips in and out rapidly with a series of soapy
slaps.

'Yesss.' We spoke at once. Me as I felt my cock jerk and throb sending my
boiling hot cum into his belly and he as his own cock jerked spraying his
seed all over the tiled floor. We gently subsided onto the soaking wet
bathrobes still glued together and still moving slowly like spastic
frogs. My hardness wouldn't go down so I stayed deep in his heat moving to
and fro as he clenched and eased his sweet bottom.

'I did three bloody great squirts and I didn't even touch it,' he whispered
as if the place was bugged. Mind you, knowing Joe anything was possible.

'Must be love,' I grinned kissing his neck and slowly sliding free in a
gush of spent spunk. 'Didn't do too bad myself.'

'You did well for an old man,'he laughed and turned to face me. I was lost,
I was on him and my tongue was down his throat, I'm surprised we didn't
expire through oxygen starvation in the following four or five
minutes. There was absolutely no doubt about it. He was the best thing that
had happened to me since Joe and he was here and Joe wasn't.

'If we had a lie down after this I'd be very inclined to have sex again,' I
spoke tentatively trying to gauge his reaction.

'Better get rinsed off and go to bed if you want seconds,' he grinned back
at me. So much for old world charm. 'I am laying in a puddle of spunk.'

'It's yours,' I laughed and with an ungainly shuffle slid into the bath
which after all the passion was just about full to overflow.

'Yeah, amazing.' He looked at the splashes as if they were alien and then
slid in alongside me. The bath did overflow but fortunately the drains
coped as we idly moved, wrestled, call it what you will in the liquid
warmth.  'Mmmmmm, this is so good,' he hugged me and gazed into my
eyes. 'Good job I came in for the Christmas box.'

'So it was,' I agreed. 'Pity the boys weren't here, they would have enjoyed
Peng.'

'What about me?'

'They would fuck you and suck you raw I would imagine,' I grinned. 'Maybe
you'll find out soon.'

'Really?' He raised his eyebrows but I didn't pursue it. He'd mentioned
seconds. Seconds sounded good to me.

'Jeez, I'm a bit weary,' I stretched my arms out and did an unconvincing
yawn.

'You liar,' he giggled. 'It's about midday and you're tired. I should be
tired, I've been shagging Peng all night.'

'Let's dry off then,' I looked at him. 'Bedtime.'

'Nooky time,' he gave an evil cackle which he did quite well, perhaps he
watched Hammer Horrors. We towelled each other off and I had a quicky tidy
up whist he used the toilet. Fresh and dry bathrobes and we were back in my
room. He flopped onto his back on the bed and looked up at me. 'It's
snowing heavier again.'

'Well, it was forecast,' I risked a peep out of the windown and he was
right, tomorrow was a write off and it was about time he made some sort of
communication with his parents, although he was coming on sixteen I didn't
need the Child Protection Agency on my doorstep. 'Shouldn't you give your
parents a bell?'

'What sorta: Hey mum, can't say to much I've got a cock in my mouth and one
up the jacksie.'

'Ha, ha,' I must have sounded sour as his face dropped. 'They must be
concerned, you should phone.'

'Later.'

'OK, your move.' I certainly wasn't going to press him. Whatever
relationship he had with his parents was his concern not mine. I just
didn't want irate mums and dads or worse still the police on my
doorstep. At 'near sixteen' he was still the wrong side of the magic
number. 'Tea or coffee?' I left him to it and went to the kitchen. I'd
barely put the kettle on and he was behind me only unlike myself he didn't
have a bathrobe on, he shivered in the doorway.

'Coffee please.'

'Prat,' I moved in and put my arms around him snuggling him into my warmth
and my dry bathrobe, almost of their own accord my hands drifted from his
waist and grasped his firm fleshy orbs through their towelling cover.

'Randy,' he giggled. 'Sorry... I'll phone them around four, they're
probably in the boozer being a Sunday lunchtime.'

'What, in this weather?'

'It'd take a nuclear attack to bugger up their Sunday drink,' he laughed
bitterly.

'Go back to bed, my bed and get in the warm. I'll bring your drink in.'

'Right, lover,' he gave his schooly giggle as he raced out of the
door. Strange boy, adult in so many ways but still acting a lot younger
than his fifteen at times. I thought about his family as I made the
coffee. I didn't want to pry but a lot of it was self protection, and as
with my boys I knew their ins and outs, I also needed to get some sort of
handle on young Andy if he was going to achieve even the slightest
permanency with me and mine.

'Here you go,' I wandered into the room which was beginning to get a bit
warmer and as a bomus the bed was reasonably respectable. If Joe dropped in
by Spanish space shuttle he'd go absolutely apeshit at the state of his
bed, his room. My Spanish Joe throwing a tantrum is bad and now he's
learning Spanish curses... worse.

'My dick is absolutely frazzled,' he spoke conversationally and just to
prove the point flipped it around, it flopped about like a dead mouse I
found once. Looked pretty much the same as well.

'I could get a good cum out of that,' I smiled at him with my pervy old
mind going like clockwork.

'You could suck it until you're blue in the face,' he challenged me.

'One way to get a blow job I suppose,' I looked at him. 'I want to know
more about you, Andy. Your background, your family life.'

'Nosey, nosey.'

'I don't think so. I'm prepared to give you the run of my house. I'm
prepared to put five randy teeny sex maniacs your way, I need to know
something about you other than you're our newspaper boy.'

'You'd like my CV in all it's gory details,' he looked rather sad as he
looked at me. I didn't think he liked where we were going but as I've said,
with the scene I had going I wanted to know the bottom line.

'Yes please,' I kissed him on the cheek as I lay alongside him. 'Then I'll
show you how to make a really clapped out penis perform.'

'Penis perform,' he rolled the words around and suddenly and
grinned. 'Well, you'll find out sooner or later I suppose.'

'I'm fifteen and I'll be sixteen in March. When I'm sixteen I'm gonna get a
job and get my own place and that's it.'

'Family?' I prompted.

'Pair of useless prats,' he snapped. 'Dad's a dosser, mum's a drunk, no
brothers or sisters.'

'A bit harsh,' I protested although he should know what he was talking
about, in a way it sounded a bit like Joe's setup when he came to me a
couple of years back.

'They just don't give a toss about me,' he did a little snivel although
that may have been a bit of acting. When you have five kids all in their
teen in the house you get used to the drama. 'If I fucked off now they
probably wouldn't notice. That's why it was so easy staying up here, I
reported in and all I got was: "Do your thing", from the old lady, the old
man was passed out on the sofa.'

'They must feed you, pocket money and whatnot.'

'No pocket money unless they come up on the horses or dogs, that meal in
the pub was the first proper meal I've had for months, my family live on
beans on toast.'

'So, if you came with me to Spain for the New Year they wouldn't notice?'

'Spain?' He looked at me in surprise.

'Spain, the bit stuck onto France, Jo-Land.'

'You're joking?'

'You have a passport or so you said...'

'Yeah, I have,' he grinned. 'You're serious...?'

'I am but I don't want your people running to the police reporting you as
missing. I think kidnapping fifteen year old boys is still an offence.' I
looked at him directly. 'In fact, a letter from them would help.'

'Dunno about the letter but if I put across how I'll be out of their way
for a wek or so and with mates like Jo, Simon and all the rest.'

'I didn't know you were mates.'

'We aren't but they're not to know,' he chuckled. 'If they're anything like
you we'll get on OK. Anyway, gotta tell you something which may not go down
too well.'

'Get it of your chest, I'll live.'

'I've got the hots for Joe as in the real hots, you know really lustful
hots,' his eyes dropped. 'Was that a bit over the top?'

'You've said your bit,' I grinned. 'Does Joe know this?'

'I don't think so, I keep giving him 'looks' every time I see him but he
just treats me like a kid.'

'He won't the next time you get together,' I guaranteed him. 'Joe likes his
youngsters, that's why he loves Spain, all those dark haired little tykes
running around with the arse hanging out of their jeans.'

'Sounds good,' he giggled. 'Anyway, I've told you the lot.'

'Thank you,' I slipped down the bed and took him with me. 'Wanna play.'

'Play what?'

'A game I play with Joe now and then... we call it Bondage for Boys.'

'That sounds so uncool,' he laughed. 'The bondage sounds a bit iffy anyway
especially stuck in a snowdrift miles away from anyone.'

'Do you trust me?'

'Of course, after Joe you're the sexiest person I know.'

'Thanks for the backhanded compliment,' I grinned. No real bondage but I
tie your wrists to the headboard and work my wicked ways on you, once I
start no going back.'

'Tie me up?' He looked concerned and even a little scared.

'It's just a game,' I turned his head towards me and kissed. I pulled him
in closer running my hands up and down his silken skin savouring the
smoothness and warmth. He wasn't telling lies though, I was as hard as a
rock and he was still as limp as a noodle.

'No hurt, no pain?' He whispered.

'No,' I looked at him. I knew he was going to go along with me even if he
didn't want to. Curiosity, a desire to keep me sweet or just laziness, he
was going to say yes.'

'Gotta be worth a giggle,' he grinned. 'Gotta stop if I tell you.'

'A deal,' I grinned. 'Sealed with a kiss.'

'OK,' he croaked nervously.

I slipped from the bed naked as it was now warm enough in the room for
that. It was like being in a centrally heated igloo. A quick peep out of
the window just showed mountains of snow and absolutely no one to be seen
not even kids snowballing or playing around. If this kept up we'd be
digging out elderly neighbours tomorrow.

I opened the bottom drawer where I kept my goodies and took out the two
scarves I used for restraints. I indicated for Andy to lay in the centre of
the bed and to stretch his arms up which he did still looking at me
nervously.

'No hancuffs then?' He strained to look up as I tied one wrist and then the
other to the headboard tightly but not enough to hurt.

'No,' I got the big box out of the bottom and then a big pot of Sex-Gel
which I'd got by mail order from Berlin. Joe raved about it so it must be
good. I thought it was rather poofy smelling KY but there you go. I smeared
a generous handfull on his limp penis and over his scrotum and then up his
belly and chest.

'I't won't work,' he grinned finding it all not to bad but the best was yet
to come.

'We'll see,' I got another ribbon out and smoothed his balls down
stretching his scrotum and easing the sac until I had his nuts trapped in
the palm of my hand. A quick wrap around and his ballsac was tied off. I
don't know how good his medical knowledge was but he should know that if
the nuts can't rise to the firing position then you can't cum.

'It's not working,' he grinned defiantly and I knew he'd now got to the
stage of fighting me, he was probably envisaging buckets of slugs or his
old man honking up in the kitchen, something really offputting.

'Ah...' I pretended disappointment and played with his slippery nuts and
his penis which had filled out in spite of what he'd said. 'Lift your
knees, I want to get to that little hole of yours.'

'I can live with that,' he grinned confidently and folded his legs up just
exposing his little brown pucker. His eyes shot wide open when I produced
the extra long butt plug, this one not huge in girth but long enough to rub
the prostate and stretch the ring as in regular sex.  'What's that, a
dildo?' he giggled as if he'd said a naughty word.

'A variation,' I calmly oiled up the plug and reached down to his little
ring and slowly inserted my finger into his warmth working it to and fro,
when I felt him loosen just a little I positioned the black rubber
appliance and pushed.

'Jeez,' his body tensed and he tried to drop his legs but I pushed harder
and the butt plug sank into it's stopper and stayed in. I knew he would
squueze his buttocks to try to expell it but that wouldn't work, the thing
was designed with staying in place as it's major objective. Of course,'
when his legs dropped and he lay flat once again it had nowhere to go
anyway. Every twitch and every movement he made from now on would be
magnified by the pliable rubber chunk inserted into his bottom. By the way,
his penis had filled out and was now fully extended.

'So much for not getting hard,' I mocked him and held his hot stiffness in
my hand moving his foreskin to and fro squeezing it's opening shut over his
now fully swollen glans. As he wriggled in frustration the butt plug did
it's work moving within him and massaging his prostate as it moved in and
out.

'Aaaaah, you bastard.' he moaned and in trying to expel the plug forced his
hardness into my ever moving hand.

'Aaah, baby,' I crooned and taking a cloth from the box wiped the oil from
his jerking penis. The next bit was the bit I liked. I licked across the
top of his now blood red knob feeling the heat and the jerking as I took it
into my mouth.

'Peter, Peter, you bastard,' he wailed as my lips and tongue assaulted his
now very stiff and very straining shaft. I kept the blow very slow and very
deliberate really getting him going, as a bonus I smeared some of the oily
gel on his little dark brown nubs and tweaked them and flicked them with my
fingers until they stuck up like miniature dicks. Hard as peanuts and still
he moaned. Still sucking I generally massaged up and down his slim torso
turning him into somebody on the verge of a sexual climax but no way.

'Peter,' his mouth was open and a trickle of drool escaped from the
side. Another lick at his straining cock and I examined my handiwork. The
skin on his penis was so strained I thought it might burst at any moment
and I applied more oil. 'Oh, my Gawd,' he wailed pitifully thrusting up
into my grip unconciously rubbing the plug up against his inner walls and
prostate time and time again. My self confident little boy was a shipwreck.

I applied more oil to his scrotal sac, his nutmeg sized balls were up tight
against the restraint and finally I saw it. A tiny bead of cum had squeezed
itself past the restraint and hovered at the tip of his glans.

'See,' I swiped it off with my finger and held it in front of his eyes.

'Aaaaah, Pete,' he sighed and looked despairingly at me as I smeared his
own spunk on his lips. His tongue flickered and he tasted himself, he
wasn't that far gone but one final step. This one he would like I was quite
sure of that. Straddling him with my own jerking stiffness inches away from
his mouth I held his hot and by now tender penis upright and slowly lowered
myself.

'Nice?' I grinned down at him as I gently bobbed up and down.

'I can't cum,' he groaned.

'You said you couldn't, you were right.'

'No, no. I mean I want to now.'

'Make your mind up,' I laughed and bobbed up and down faster feeling his
hardness and heat inside my body like a cocked and loaded weapon which I
suppose it was, the only thing was this one had a safety catch on.

'Ooooh, Peter,' he closed his eyes and I saw a tear trickle from the corner
of each one. Enough was enough, the game was over but for the grand finale.

I slowly took myself off his slippery prong and it flopped jerking onto his
belly. Getting between his splayed legs I lifted them and withdrew the butt
plug and as he sighed with relief I pushed his knees down onto his chest
exposing his well opened up little fanny gleaming with the gel and actually
puckering and then opening as he breathed in and out. Placing my own raging
hardon at his hole I slowly took him hugging and kissing as I slowly fucked
in and out. His pucker gripped me as he squeezed on me and pushed up onto
my thrusts. I pulled the slip knot free on his scrotum and as I fucked
harder and harder into his well eased hole his balls slowly rose.

'Untie my hands,' he begged but I smothered his mouth with mine slipping my
tongue in deep and exploring his teeth and gums. God, he was so good, I
could have eaten him on the spot.

'Peter, Peter...' He gave a final wail and I felt his cock jerk and jerk
and jerk again. Four long streamers of hot pure white spunk shot from him
splashing onto his face and chest. His eyes closed as I came in him in
searing bursts and bugger me if his jerking and oily cock didn't give a
final squirt and then a lazy dribble. As his legs dropped and I slipped
free from his flooded hole we lay belly to belly in an oily and spunky
embrace, I pulled the slipknots on his wrists and his arms came down and
his hands settled on my sweat covered bum.

'Jeeezus,' he clung to me like a child but not many children produce what
he had. 'That was torture.'

'Your mate Joe loves all that, don't let him tie you up.'

'I'll remember that,' he looked at me and grinned tiredly. 'That butt
plug's good,' he giggled. 'Sorta rubber hubby.'

'Well, you managed another cum,' I grinned.

'I'm knackered now,' he kissed my chest and huddled in tightly smearing his
oil all over me but I didn't mind, another excuse to get in the bath later.

'We'll eat later.'

'Good.' I cuddled him until I heard his breathing become slower and finally
regular. Heart attack time was over. I turned my back on him and he spooned
upto me like a little limpet, with luck after a nice afternoon's sleep he'd
wake up with a raging hardon.

Well, I didn't get that lucky but I awoke and it was dark. I was hungry for
food this time instead of sex. I slipped from the bed letting my little
guest slumber on, he'd done well and in a funny way I was proud of him. Sex
maniacs aren't ten a penny after all in spite of what the papers say, if
you find one, you hang onto him especially if he's around the fifteen
coming on sixteen mark.

I got my gown and checked out the fridge and then the freezer. There was a
box of prepared dinners full of calories and all that rubbish which would
serve a turn, heat and nourishment and all that crap. Loads of booze laying
around so we were set for a lazy evening but firstly one important question
and it's equally important answer and then a bath and then the food etc
etc. Sounded like a plan to me but then again I was easily satisfied. I had
a look out of the window and it looked like 'The Day After Tonorrow' and I
mean it. Still it was time for that all important chat with my little
boyfriend Andy.

'Wakey, wakey, Brighteyes,' I held out a steaming mug of hot chocolate.

'Brighteyes was a fuckin' rabbit,' he smiled tiredly.

'Want to come with me to Southern Spain after the Christmas for a week or
so?' There you go. Question popped.

'You're mad.'

'Not really. You're on school holidays, you reckon you can get some sort of
note from your family so the offer is made... formally and fully.'

'I've got no money, no clothes. What about my paper round?'

'Well,' I looked at him. God he looked so yummy even covered in stale cum
and drying oil. 'Do you want to?'

'Well, yeah. Of course I do.'

'Problem solved. Drink that and get in the bath.'

'Yeah. Then what?' He grinned sexily and I could read his dirty little
mind. No way.

'Then we eat,' I answered firmly. 'Then we have a drink and watch a bit of
televison.. and then we go to bed.'

'Excellent, I knew you'd get there in the end.'


				  THE END


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