Date: Wed, 16 Jun 2004 07:31:34 EDT
From: GCutter66@aol.com
Subject: SKINNY MICHAEL 2

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

My characters do not use condoms or other safeguards but this story is
fiction ... get it.  I write my stories in 'full screen' text, they are
best read that way.

Onto the story. Enjoy. Donate a coupla quid. KEEP NIFTY FREE

SKINNY MICHAEL was a one off and for some unknown reason Nifty put it into
their Athletic Section which just about buried it. However, I had a few
responses along the lines of 'what about his kid brother' and 'what about
this sixteen year old footballer' so I decided to go for another story
..... and this is it.

Dontcha just love this title ???

***** A friend of mine pointed out that in the UK 'pissed' means drunk, he
thought in the US the same word means annoyed. You can sort it out. In the
UK 'pissed off' means annoyed or even bored.

GCutter66@aol.com ..... for comments and criticism, all mails answered
excepting flamers




SKINNY MICHAEL - 2

THE FOOTBALLER AND THE CRICKETER


by


Gary Cutter




I love waking upto birdsong, I lie fuming in bed and wishing them all to
hell but I really enjoy just stretching and taking care of the
a.m. stiffy. This morning was different, there was a body in my bed other
than my own. it took a few moment before I realised that this was the kid
I'd spent most of the night with snogging and groping. After our late night
bonding (love that word) we were shagged literally and neither of us
managed to get it up again.

Snigger time. I was as hard as a chocolate frog and he was doing the
Sleeping Beauty bit.

I just recalled his name as I effortlessly slid into his welcoming warmth,
he gave a little mutter and pushed his bum back onto my tactical advance,
strategically I wanted to fuck, suck and generally abuse this kid for the
rest of the day but as we're talking 'tactical theatre' here let's settle
for a quickie.

'Michael you are so nice,' I whispered as I slowly moved to and fro into
his clinging bottom.

'Shurrup, Dickhead and get on with it.' He clutched the bedding and
forcefully pushed his soft bottom onto my straining hardness. A Romantic or
what? That was it, it was the crack of dawn, I wanted to cum and then I
wanted to go back to sleep. 'Yeah, yeah,' he muttered sleepily and pushed
back so hard that he nearly shoved me out of the bed. Being a traineee
hooligan I began to punish him by thrusting and ramming until he was
clinging to the other side of the bed trying not to be ejected down onto
the floor.

I was on top of him and I had his skinny legs well spread when it
happened. I pumped an glorious cum up into his pert little bottom and
flopped onto his sweaty back.

'Mmmmm, nice,' he wriggled beneath me and I rolled us onto our sides. 'What
time is it,' he mumbled and moved around expelling my limpening penis from
his flooded little hole.

'About six.'

'Jeez,' he sat up in the bed and rubbing his eyes looked around the room
and then down at me. 'I was having a lovely dream there until you went and
cocked it up.'

'Yeah?' I tried not to show my massive lack of interest in his dreams.

'Yeah,' he moved over and lay atop me belly to belly and slid his own
hardness between my legs, I clamped on his dick and grinned up at him. 'I
was dreaming I was giving you babies,' he moved suggestively between my
legs.

'Better carry on with the dream, Michael,' I slid my knees up either side
of his torso and parked them on my chest, he'd slipped down a little but he
knelt up and I saw his erection waving around above my own. Jeez, I'd just
remembered he had a monster cock and I was right in the firing line.

He just put a smear of saliva onto the end of his glans and slid it down, I
felt the pressure againt my ring and then the familiar feel of his hardness
open me up and start to move.

'You're not too bad for a coathanger,' I remarked conversationally as he
worked his way in. He was pretty good, in fact, he was gentle and he took
his time. I enjoyed it anyway, I'd much rather fuck than be fucked but I do
believe in paying my dues, especially to a kid like Michael.

'When you gonna sort out that Yates kid for me,' he smiled at me as he
leisurely slipped in and out of my well used sphincter.

'When you sort out little Peter for me,' I replied. I don't know what made
me say it, I didn't even fancy the kid but I think I was getting a bit
annoyed with him bleating on about Nick Yates. Lets face it, if they were
into the old double M, you know, the mutual masturbation then surely he
could work his way onto full blown sex.

'You fancy our Peter?' He actually stopped and gave an extra shove. 'You
perv, he's a midget as well as a cretin.'

'I still like him,' I replied defensively sorta talking myself into a hole.

'He fancies you,' he started up again. 'I know my kid bro, I've seen him
oggling you when you weren't looking.'

'Really?'

'Yeah ..... next Saturday, you fix Nicky boy and I'll swag young Peter for
the night.'

Jeez, I'd got myself shacked up with a lanky seventeen year old sex maniac
and a bloody Mr Fixit as well.

I held onto his moving hips and blew him a kiss, his head dropped and his
sweet lips met mine. 'You fix Peter and I'll fix Nicky.'

'You're on,' he held the kiss but his hips were moving faster and I could
feel his tumescence beging to swell as his cum arrived. 'Aaaah,' he gave a
sigh as his throbbing cock spurted a flood of his sweet youth spunk deep
into my body, I counted five decent pulses and he was done.

At then end we lay together stroking and petting in the early morning light
listening to those damn birds.

I might have mentioned before, I always took Monday as my very own Sabbath,
my personal day of rest. It went a bit wonky this time, we were in and out
of that bed like a pair of sex starved rabbits. By the time he left early
evening to go and make his peace with his parents I was absolutely
exhausted. I had something to eat and was settled in front of the TV with a
pair of cans of Fosters when the front door bell went. I just prayed it was
someone with a broken down car and not Lanky Liz the Super Dick from hell.

It wasn't, it was Nick Yates my sixteen year old football lover and he
didn't look too happy. Mind you he wasn't much of a smiler at the best of
times, about the only time he spared a grin or a smile was when we were
having sex. I was a bit surprised when I let him in as he normally phones
me first.

He plonked himself down in an armchair and gave me his upset look, this
one's a bit of a giggle because he insists on wearing a baseball cap on
sideways which gives him the appearance of a slightly manic mongoose. Of
course I didn't tell him that as even at sixteen he outweighed me and he
topped me by about an inch, all the same he was a cuddly baby when he got
into bed.

'What's with you and that Mike Cornwall?'

'Michael, you mean,' I looked at him and gave him the frown. You know, the
frown that says you're in my house and who the fuck do you think you're
talking to.

'Yeah, Michael.' He calmed down a bit.

'He stayed the night, so what?'

'Did you do the biz?'

'Gentlemen don't tell but yeah, we did the biz.'

'Oh,' he was silent for a while. 'I just bumped into him about an hour ago,
he was on his way home.'

'Yeah ..... and?'

'We had a chat and he was dropping heavy hints about next Saturday.'

'Yeah, he wants to shack up with you. for a night anyway. I think he has a
lust job.'

'He can lust away,' Nick laughed. 'The size of that thing between his legs,
I'll settle for wankies.'

'He's got a nice bum.'

'What, he takes it as well?' Nick looked surprised.

'Of course.'

'Well in that case .....' Nick grinned. 'I thought from the way he was
talking he was some sort of a super stud, he didn't mention that he gets
his face in the pillow as well.'

'Well yeah,' I laughed. 'Unless he's got his legs up in the air.'

'Right I'm on. I'll have to sort out night leave for the occasion.'

'Nice one. What you doing right now?'

'Well. I came to visit you, didn't I.' He looked as coy as a six foot
sixteen year old footballer can who's buil;t like a brick shithouse and
smiled at me with what they used to call 'come to bed' eyes.

'Come with me, Nick,' I stood and held my hand out. 'And get rid of that
bloody cap.'

'And the trousers?'

'Those as well ..... bedroom, lover boy.'

That was it. I was a bit tender from Michael's attentions but Nick slid
inside me and made good love, he was slow and gentle and he wasn't a midget
in the penis stakes but we were used to each other, as soon as he'd cum, I
rolled him over and got stuck in. He always pretended that he didn't like
being a bottom but he seemed to do OK as far as I was concerned. At least
he always finished up pushing onto me and making all the appropriate
noises. An affair he was but a long term lover he wasn't, I'm quite sure
you know exactly what I mean. We got on OK and had good sex but we would
both move onto other things in the fullness of time.

Michael phoned me up in the middle of the week to tell me that it was all
fixed from his end. He and his kid brother would be at the Club on Saturday
afternoon and go home with me around eightish. We were supposedly taking
brother Peter to an all night party and being his minders. Both his mother
and father thought at fourteen he should be doing what other boys do and
not get too compulsive about the sport. Of course they didn't know the
party was a foursome and that there wouldn't be too much in the way of CDs
or girlies for that matter.

Michael had briefed his brother that we may be having drinkies and just
chilling out, he thought brother Peter was glad just to be out of the house
for the night. He still thought that Peter fancied me whereas I thought
Peter was too young even to have fancies let alone anything else.

Saturday came around and we only had one home match, Nick was coming around
the house at eight so we didn't need to drag our feet. The brothers long
and skinny and short and skinny were on parade and I had a relief barman
arranged for seven thirty so all was fixed. God knows what was going to
happen indoors but love was in the air. Well it was lust actually, the more
I saw of little Peter the more I wanted to cuddle and mother him, weird,
uh? I wanted to see what his fourteen year old equipment was like and I
wanted him in my bed ..... how's that for blunt.

The relief arrived and we were away. Michael went down the road on his
scooter and I followed in the van with Peter who I thought of as Petey,
just like one of the kids in Peter Pan. A Lost Boy looking for a Daddy and
I was it. Gawd, I felt like Captain Hook and don't tell me he didn't fancy
Peter Pan in his sick old sea dog way.

Anyway, I digress. I arrived at the stately home to find Nick lurking on
the doorstep like a cat on a hot tin roof, obviously I didn't have to
introduce him to Michael but I performed the social biz for Peter. I did
notice Peter give Nick some rather interested looks and wondered if Michael
might be right after all, perhaps we did have a little queen on our hands
after all or perhaps he was just a boy in search of adventure. Ho, ho,
ho. I felt like Long John Silver in hot pursuit of Jim Hawkins' fine cabin
boy's bottom.

Anyway, enough seafaring crap. Here was our foursome assembled and ready to
go.

'Right sort the drinks out, Michael.' I guided Peter to the sofa and
settled down after putting on a music video. I love ploys. The ploy was for
Peter to wonder how come Michael was so familiar with my place and my booze
stash. This was making the massive assumption he had an enquiring and
intelligent mind.

'You can have a couple of drinks tonight,' I whispered to Peter. 'You ain't
rushing off nowhere.' Doncha just love bad English but that's the way these
kids talk and you have to talk their language.

'That's anywhere,' Peter murmured.

'Great, I've got the only English speaking fourteen year old in Surrey.'

'Nearly fifteen,' he shuffled about and moved in a little. Nick managed to
get onto the sofa as well and Michael looking a bit miffed had to settle
for the armchair. That was my furniture taken up apart from the computer
chair and a bashed up old beanbag.

We had a sort of disjointed conversation for a quarter of an hour or so
until Nick, I think it was, suggested a game of cards. Now I can read Nick
like a book and I knew exactly where he was going. Michael eagerly nodded
in agreement and I wondered it they'd arranged this when they'd been in the
kitchen a little bit beforehand.

Michael got up without being asked this time and fed us all more drinks,
that was my fault, I had appointed him Social Manager after all. At this
rate little Peter would be as pissed as a parrot by ten.

'Poker,' Nick declared grabbing the cards from down the side of Michael's
armchair. Another clue for little Peter. How did Nick know where the deck
of cards was stashed?

'I can't play poker,' Peter looked at me and shrugged giving me an 'it's
not my fault' look.

'What can you play?' Nick looked at Peter and gave one of his rare smiles.

'Brag, pontoon, canasta, and some bridge.'

I think we all looked at him like he'd come from the moon. Bridge and
canasta for Christ's sake. This was a fourteen year old kid, he certainly
did need to do a bit more slumming with his peers.

'Four of us,' Nick looked at me. 'Five card brag, bin two keep three. The
two worst hands shed something.'

We all had to think on that one but both Michael and myself agreed.'

'What do you mean, shed something.' Peter looked at us all.

'Strip brag, dummy,' Michael laughed. 'And when your clothes are gone you
have to perform a penalty.'

Well, I thought the applecart was well and truly upset but Peter nodded
happily. I don't think he had the slightest idea what was going on or maybe
he did. Time would tell.

We sorted out the coffee table and dragged the swivel chair from the
computer which left Peter and myself with a bit more room on the sofa and
the other two sat seperately.

First hand. I won and Peter came close. Michael shed one trainer and Nick
sailed his baseball cap to the other side of the room. We then had a long
and heated discussion and agreed that things like trainers and socks went
in pairs. Michael rather grudgingly took off his other trainer.

Second hand. Peter won and Nick came second. Michael peeled off his socks
and I dumped my sweatshirt leaving me in my singlet. Things were going
well, everyone was drinking and the atmosphere had lightened up. The
problem was that Peter was either lucky or good which was not quite how it
was supposed to be.

We seemed to be pretty equally skilled or lucky, let's face it, brag is all
down to what cards you are dealt after all. It was a pleasant enough
evening and inside the first hour things had taken a turn for the
better. Michael was down to his boxers, Nick was down to his briefs and
Peter and myself were down to our trousers and underwear.

'Nudey time,' Peter cackled as he dealt the hand.

'Don't be too sure of that,' Nick spoke too soon. It was crunch time. I had
an aqua, an ace, king and a queen, Michael has a three, four and a five.

It was down to Nick to eat his words and for Peter to discard his
trousers. Nick dropped his briefs to display his mansized six incher in a
semi erect state and after a fit of the giggles Peter dropped his chinos
and sat in a pair of bright yellow y-fronts. He blushed as he tried to
cover his groin with his fresh cards but not before we'd all noticed that
he had a good stiffy on albeit only about five inches in length but even
that was better than I'd expected from such a small boy.

'How are these penalties gonna work out ,' Nick covered his penis with his
cards, my randy football kid was arising to a full blown erection. I'd seen
it all before but I could sense the other two's eyes drawn like magnets.

'The winner of the hand sets the penalty, and the number four pays it.'
Michael declared. We all agreed this, it seemed fair enough.

The next hand was won by Nick and Peter got the second place. Michael bit
the dust, he laughingly dropped his boxers displaying his magnificent cock
and I disposed of my trousers.

The next hand was the start of it.

Nick won again, Peter got the second place. I casually dropped my own
briefs and sat there naked, Michael was up for the penalty and Nick had the
say. He looked around with a big grin on his face, we looked at him
expectantly.

'Michael. Kiss Mick ..... on the lips.'

'Yeuch,' Peter squealed but watched us like a hawk as Michael with a broad
grin on his face stepped over and planted a quick kiss on my lips. He
wasn't getting away that easy, I grabbed the back of his neck and gave him
a full blooded snog and just to put Peter in the picture grabbed his older
brothers half hard on and gave it a gentle queeze.

'Well done,' Nick grinned, Peter was in shock as his brother retook his
seat.

I won the next hand, Nick came second, Michael third and Peter last.

'I've got to think about this,' I smiled as Peter stood and rather
girlishly began to get rid of his yellow y-fronts. I picked up the cards as
it was my deal, out of habit I glanced at the hands as I collected them, I
looked at Peter in surprise, he'd thrown away an ace two and three of
clubs. A one, two, three on the bounce. He saw me look at him and blushed
very slightly, he knew that I knew. Mind you he may have blushed because we
three were all studying his pale uncircumcised cock, he was hard enough for
the glans to be clear of his foreskin, aroused would be a kinder way of
putting it. We were all in various stages of erection, all naked and all
now ready for the meat of the game. The penalties. The winner declares, the
loser does it and numbers two and three sit back and enjoy the floor
show. Not quite.

Peter won the next hand and big brother Michael came last again.

The boy looked at me for assistance but I just shrugged, it was upto him.

'Michael, Kiss Nick ..... on the pubics.'

'You may as well have said on the dick,' Michael grumbled.

'Alright on the dick,' Peter came back as quick as a flash.

'That's more like it,' Nick smiled and opened his legs.

'This is so demeaning,' Michael grinned not in the slightest demeaned. He
knelt down between Nick's legs and graping the youg footballers erection
planted a lingering kiss on the swollen glans.

'Yeah, nice,' Nick sighed, I rather fancy he may have got a little tickle
with the tongue.

'Your deal Michael,' I gathered the cards and passed them over.

Michael lazily shuffled and grinned around. 'I guess it's open house now?'

We all nodded, things could get exciting from now on.

What a classic; Michael won and Peter came in at number four. I suspected
it could easily become revenge time.

'Peter ..... you rugrat.' Michael leered at his kid brother.

'Yeah,' Peter squeaked.

'Kiss Mick's dick.'

I loved it, I glanced at Peter and he blushing as red as a tomato rather
reluctantly and knelt between my parted leg. He took one look at my jerking
erection and swiftly ducked his head and kissed the glans. I felt the
briefest touch of his lips and he was done.

'Yeah, I did it,' he crowed at his brother.

'Just about,' Michael grudginly admitted.

The next hand was jackpot time. Michael won again, I was number four.

'Mick,' Michael looked at me and he knew exactly what I wanted. 'Kiss Peter
but a real Frenchy.'

Peter opened his legs and his little spike stuck up on his stomach. I don't
think he had the slightest idea what big bro. was on about but he wanted
his dues.

I got between his legs and glanced up his belly to see him watching
me. 'Ready for this, Petey?'

'Yeah,' he croaked and then gasped as I grasped his four and a half inches
or whatever it was and moved the foreskin down totally exposing his coral
pink glans. I held the warm shaft steady and ran my tongue across his slit
and then engulfed his spongy glans. I think the poor kid nearly passed
out. Still holding him steady I gave a couple of experimental sucks and
then began to bob my head slipping my lips up and down his sweet meat.

'Orrite, orrite,' Nick and Michael both spoke together. 'Don't make a meal
of it,' Nick added.

'Anyway,' Michael laughed. 'I meant kiss him on the lips not his dicky.'

I withdrew from Peter's slippery spit slicked cock and kissed him briefly
on the lips. 'Later kid.' I sat back down and he just gazed into space in
shock.

Next hand. My turn to win, Peter's to come fourth.

'Peter, return the compliment.'

This time he stood and there was no blush. He got to his knees and he took
my straining hardness into his mouth in one. Before he could give me the
minimal couple of sucks and escape Nick had moved in behind him and
kneeling down slid his dry hardness between Peter's parted legs. Michael
stood as well and moved to my side, I felt his humongous cock brush my
cheek.

Peter had given a little protest as Nick had moved in behind him but Nick
wasn't really doing anything other than dry fucking between Peter's tightly
clamped legs. He probably looked up and saw me turn my head and accept
Michael into my mouth but he just ducked his head again and kept sucking.

This little foursome went on for a few minutes and I broke it up. I didn't
want Michael cuming in my mouth, at least not yet and I didn't want to cum
in Peter's mouth. I think any further progress would be best left to the
privacy of the bedroom.

'Let's have a drink and go to bed,' I suggested as we untangled
ourselves. I pulled little Peter back up onto the sofa and cuddled his
boylike body, he snuggled in, it seemed the thaw had set in.

'I'm kipping with Nick,' Michael declared. This was no great surprise as
that was what we'd agreed in the week. The only one not in the loop was
Peter.

'You're in with me, kiddo,' I kissed Petey lightly on the cheek.

'Orrite,' he whispered and cuddled in even closer. I held his warm body
tightly until Nick presented us with a drink apiece. I knew Peter was up
for it and I also knew he was probably a bit scared. You know going right
into a foursome is a bit of a culture shock for a kid, I was keen to get
him alone and relax him, or perhaps corrupt him is the word I want. Anyway,
I wanted to take him to bed away from the others and let the night take
it's course. I was pretty confident now that he was up for experimentation
and that he liked me, so that was a good enough start.

'We're off,' Michael declared and he and Nick waltzed off in their glorious
nudity dicks leading the way as you might say.

'They're gonna do dirties,' Peter sniggered.

'What about you and me?' I nuzzled at his neck.

'Dunno,' he mumbled but didn't move as my hand drifted across and came to
rest on his penis pressing the warmth onto his belly, I moved the flat of
my hand up and down a couple of times moving his loose foreskin up and down
his belly. 'I like that,' he whispered.

'Good boy.' I suddenly stood up and bending reached down and slipped my
arms between him and the sofa and lifted. He squealed as I hoisted his
slight body up into the air and onto my chest. I made it to the door and
knocked the light switch off with my jaw on the way out. I took him into my
room and gently deposited him on my bed and stared down at his childlike
body in the sparse light from the streetlight outside.

I collapsed on the bed alongside him and he was on me. A bit of a giggle
and his warm lips were on mine as we kissed I clasped his firm buns and
revelled in the texture of his smooth skin and firm flesh.

'You want me, don't you?' He whispered between the kisses.

'Yeah,' I groaned, my dick was so sore, I could have raped him there and
then.

'I've never really done a proper naughty before,' he snuggled closer and
grasped my hardness and started to slowly wank me. Well, one thing he knew
about and that was wanking. I returned the compliment but just a little
easier, I didn't want him cuming too soon. I reached under the pillow for
the KY.

All alone in a darkened room with a randy fourteen year old ..... what the
hell was I supposed to do.

'Nick's nice.' This one came out of the blue.

'Slut.'

He giggled again and slid on top of me, he fed my erection between his legs
and clamped on it and started to move up and down, I reached around and
clasped his buns again parting them and running my fingers into his warm
cleft.

'Ooooh,' he jerked as my finger ran across his rosebud and pushed at his
pucker. 'Aaaaah, he gave a long and seemingly contented sigh as my finger
managed to penetrate part way and moved in and out gaining just a little
into his dry ring. Far too dry for my liking.

I rolled him onto his side and dived taking his jerking cock into my mouth,
whist he was enjoying my sucking and lapping I uncaped the KY and got some
onto my fingers. This time it was easier, he gave a long quavering moan as
my finger slipped with ease into his body and started to move in and
out. He squeezed on me and laughed softly. 'You wanna fuck me, dontcha?'

'Make love,' I corrected.

'Whatever,' he kissed me and pushed back onto my probing finger until I hit
his hot spot. 'Ooooo..er.' He pushed back onto my finger even more.

'Gawd, you're so tight,' I licked his smooth cheek as I probed deep into
his internal tightness and heat.

'Fuck me,' he growled. 'Do it, I know you want to.'

'I need to relax you first.'

'Sod it. Do it.' The kid was gone.

I slid my finger free and before I could replace it with the doubled up
version he's slipped onto his belly and parted his legs in the age old
invitation. I gave up on it, I got between his legs and lubed up my
erection, enough KY and the trickle of precum coming from my pee slit
should be enough and if it wasn't, then he'd asked for it, hadn't he?

I placed my aching and swollen glans at his tender virginal pucker and gave
a gentle push, it yielded and he moaned. I pushed harder and I felt it give
and his tiny ring opened up for me, I was in.

'Jeeesus,' he clutched the pillow as my slipery knob just entered him and
then he relaxed as I gave another little push. The relief must have felt
and he gave a strangled chuckle as I started to move fractionally to and
fro easing his portal and penetrating his hot body bit by bit. 'Feels like
I want a giant poo,' he giggled as I sank deeper and began to move in and
out sinking a little deeper at each movement.

'It'll pass baby,' I kissed the back of his sweaty neck and even groaned
myself as I felt him push up onto me.

'It's OK now,' he whispered and craned his head around for a kiss.

'Good,' I kissed him and slowly sheathed the remainder of my straining cock
in his incredibly tight little boy's bottom. I pressed my belly into the
small of his back, he was mine now, no going back. I began to make love to
him gently at first but getting faster and harder as I felt the juices
rising.

'Go on, go on,' he gabbled as his pushed his pert little bottom up onto my
thrusts. 'Shit, I think I'm gonna cum.'

'Don't,' I whispered urgently. I wanted to take his virginity both ways, I
was taking his cherry and I wanted him to spend himself in me, a fair trade
off you might say.

'Hurry up then.' he croaked as I started to really ram into his little love
chute. I could feel my heat rising and it was just about due.

'Here we go, Petey.' I slapped hard and deep into his tight warmth and let
go.

'Ooooer,' he warbled as he must have felt my cock swell inside him and then
throb as it squirted a massive load into his belly. 'Jesus,' he giggled as
he wriggled on my spurting cock and pushed up as if unwilling for it to
stop. 'I feel all squishy,' he whispered as I stopped and lightly lay on
him cuddling his sweat soaked childlike body. 'Was that a good 'un?'

'That was perfect baby,' I gently and slowly slipped free from his clinging
boy fanny. As he gave a little murmur I relocated and thrust back in deep
and hard.

'You bastard,' he laughed as I bore him into the bedding and fucked him
hard and fast. I knew I had a second cuming in me (very Biblical). This
time he went for it big time, half way through I managed to spin him around
and took him from the front with his legs up on my shoulders ..... he loved
it.

The slight spoiler was that his small cock jerked away and he splattered up
on his smooth little belly but he'd recover for later, he was a junior sex
fiend, I had the funny feeling I'd be seeing a lot more of young Peter.

We had a cleanup and a shower after that returned from bed. There was a
mixture of muttering and groans coming from the adjoining room which gave
Peter another fit of his giggles but he was more interested in me for the
time being. Back in the damp bed reasonably tidy and relaxed we just
cuddled and idly snogged until I felt he was upto it.

'Sleep, baby,' I grinned in the dark. Would he take the bait.

'Sleep?' He turned towards me and I saw his teeth gleam in the dark just
like a baby wolf on heat I suppose. 'I thought we were gonna .....' his
voice tailed off.

'Yeah, yeah,' I smiled and pulled him in tightly, I fed his re-awakened
dicky between my legs and rolled onto my back taking his slighter body with
me. 'Can you manage this on your own?'

'No probs,' he chortled and got to his knees between my outstretched legs.

Talk about Bugs Bunny, this kid was the Carrot King. He was in me and
fucking like a Duracell Rabbit in around two seconds flat. It was a bit
hectic until he slowed down and took on a nice pace and started to
experiment. In the end he was screwing like an expert, he seemed to delight
in a sort of corkscrew movement tring to reach every corner of my gut. The
size of his cock he had no chance but I gave him 10 out of 10 for effort
..... and I enjoyed it.

When he came it was a good one and he was over the moon. My first fuck, my
first this, my first that, etc. etc.

'Shurrup,' I finally stopped his victory rant with my lips and he fell
silent.

'Can I come here again,' he whispered in the middle of the night.

'You'll have to fix up a good cover story with your brother.'

'Easy peasy.'

'Great, you're welcome any time.'

'I thought it was gonna be a bit gross but I liked it,' he wittered
on. 'Well I liked it with you anyway.'

'Good,' I said drowsily and glanced at the luminous clock, I could just
make out it was around three in the morning.

'We can do it again in the morning,' he exclaimed cheerfully.

'Sod this,' I leapt up and got between his legs and hoisted his knees back
to his chest. 'Gonna shut up?'

'No,' he giggled as I thrust into his deliciously welcoming warmth for the
third time of the evening, the night, whatever.

'Aaaaw, my Gawd,' he clutched me tightly and kissed me as I slowly began to
make love.

Thank God Sunday was a day of rest. Some hope and no hope with this bunch
in the house, I concentrated on pleasuring my little guest, a host has a
duty after all.


					THE END


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