Date: Sat, 16 May 2009 00:23:11 +0100
From: Gary Cutter <gcutter66@gmail.com>
Subject: THE DOCTORS RUMPUS ROOM - 4

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THE DOCTORS RUMPUS ROOM



4 - Peter Knox joins the Club



by



G. Cutter



Hi. Me, Tom telling the story again. A bit of corruption in this one but
what's new.

We sent out for pizzas for our meal and spent the evening watching videos
and right at the end more of the Russian stuff. We all remained stoked up
in a manner of speaking and all had a further wank only solo and the
Pervert in Chief timed us with a stop watch. I came first amazingly enough
and was promised a double fuck by Rob as a prize. Well, I was hoping for
that anyway but never mind, it was a nice gesture... I think.

They talked about their situation and Paul decided with some pressure from
Rob to move in on a temporary basis and only return home as, when and if
his mother insisted. In six weeks or so he could do what he wished anyway
and he didn't think she'd worry too much going by her performance in the
past. I still couldn't fathom out what they did to keep the money
rolling. Rob's porno was the story, I finally decided that they did porno
alright but not with females as Rob put about. I reckoned they did stuff
together for some studio somewhere. I should think the female aspect was
pure smoke and mirrors for the locals who could stand 'standard'
pornography but baulk at a gay pornography.

We also talked about John and the plan for what it was worth was for me to
try and advance a little on the mutual masturbation front, then throw in
some extras like maybe a blow job and see how interested he was in going
further. If he was, and this was down to me, I had to invite him to Rob's
and use the story that Paul's room was my room when I was staying after
that it was all a bit vague. The point was that we decided if I got him
indoors that they had to act 'slightly gay' and see if he picked up on
it. Any real reluctance on his part and they said I had to back off. As Rob
said, if Peter was truly up for a game he'd come running and to chuck
another Old English saying in the mix: The proof of the pudding was in the
eating, whatever that meant.

We dragged ourselves to bed around the midnight mark again promising not to
get up too early, my dad wasn't due back until the evening so no problems
there. I did mention that now he'd found a couple of 'trustworthy'
babysitters and in the middle of the season he'd be back for more. They
seemed happy enough with that and I could see endless sex and a good chance
of tempting Peter Knox ahead of me. We left Paul stretched out on the sofa
with a duvet over him and a couple of pillows, he reckoned no way was he
going to lie in his bed listening to Rob and I shagging all night and I
sympathised with him.

'Well, here we are,' Rob drew the curtains and turned the lights off
leaving the room illuminated just by the nearby street light. 'Just you and
I, me, moi.' He held me in his arms and kissed me. Gentle at last, he
seemed to have lost his roughness and enthusiasm from earlier or maybe he
was on a charm offensive.

'You'll have to be careful,' I muttered as he took me down onto the
bed. 'That's thing's huge.'

'It's not huge,' he grinned. 'It's a bit bigger than Paul's and the same
size as that vibrator you nearly swallowed earlier.'

'Bloody thing,' I moaned and jumped as I heard a familiar buzz from under
his pillow. The crafty bastard had hidden it away.

'I'll relax you with it,' he whispered.

'OK,' I muttered. I was determined to take his big cock, it was one of my
ambitions and the vibrator wasn't that bad and if it helped then that was a
bingo.

We got organised as if we were planning a battle. Rob got his lube and
smeared some on the vibrators head and it was indeed similarly sized to
him. I lay on my belly with my legs apart and he ran it up and down into my
crack and then turned it on when it was at my pucker. Whatta buzz,
literally. It sounded like a bloody lawnmower but he tickled and teased me
before gently pushing and it began to sink inside me. I'd had Paul now on
numerous occasions so that was no big deal but as it buzzed away and sank
deeper and deeper I began to feel it. In fact, it was wicked and my dicky
started to leak on the bedding. Rob laughed and said I was coming on
line. He also said he was a bit nervous as I was the youngest boy he'd ever
topped, I reminded him that I was good practice for little Peter and he had
a crafty snigger. He had a lust job on my mate but I wasn't going to make a
big deal out of it, so had I. We played around with the bouncy boyfriend as
he called it for a while until it was firmly seated in my bottom (pun
there) then came the last push. He put his hand on it and sank it into the
flange at the end and I must have leapt about a yard but it was in all the
way and buzzing away merrily. I was wrecked at this stage and whined as he
began to withdraw it but I was well and truly stretched and wanted a
substitute and his hot cock would do. Vibrators are alright but they can's
kiss, they can't mouth you and they can't whisper sweet nothings in your
ear. At last it slipped free and before I had a chance to feel empty I felt
Rob's plumlike glans at me and in me.

'Jeez, Rob... that was quick.'

'I'm consumed by desire.'

'I can feel it,' I giggled I could feel the dripping slime from his
erection coat me on top of the lube and his hot cock began to fill my
gut. God, it was beautiful, so thick, so hard and so warm and he was so
gentle. He took his time moving in and out sinking ever deeper at every
move until I could feel his thick mass fill me and his belly lay in the
small of my back bearing me into the bed. 'Nice,' I whispered and tried a
little clampage.

'Sweet cheeks,' he giggled and gently bit me at the edge of my
hairline. 'The fuck of the century.'

'Better than Paul?'

'Now now,' the laughed and began to move and then I felt it as he begun. He
didn't do the long dicking stunt that Paul did, Rob fucked seriously
pushing me into the bed and fucking hard and deep. It was so good and I
pushed up against him wishing he was coming in from the front but I
reckoned if he followed Paul's pattern that would be next on the menu. He
did a Paul in one way, he dragged me up into a crouch and knelt behind me
slamming and slapping his way to a climax.

When he cum it was like a bloody horse not that I'd had the pleasure. The
stuff seemed almost hot and there was loads of it, I felt it ease his
movements but it also trickled down my thighs until I collapsed face down
on the bed with him still in me and still fucking but he was done.

'That was nice,' he whispered and withdrew with a squelchy sound, I felt
more cum ooze from my hole until he shoved a wadge of tissues up
there. Romantic or what? 'Paul said you were good.'

'That's what he said about you,' I grunted and rolled over onto my
back. 'He said you were as tight as an eleven year old.'

'I wonder how he knows that,' Rob asked dryly. 'You're my youngest.'

'Until Pete, he's a few months younger. Funny this is he's slighly smaller
than me in build but his dick's bigger. Little rat.'

Rob laughed and rolled onto his belly. I wasn't being offered a frontal but
that would probably come later. I got up and nearly fell off the bed. I was
so worn out my head was woozy and I felt dizzy. It could only be the pill,
I'd overdone it but you didn't have much choice with two sex mad companions
and a cock of rock that wouldn't deflate. I gave up there and then with my
not so bright idea of feeding one to Peter, things could backfire if he
attacked his little sister in frustration or even worse, the family cat,
Fagin. Gotta get the priorities right..

I pushed into Rob on a coating of his glop and my precum and he was
wonderful. So tight and he really did have the bum of a smaller boy. Paul
was nice and soft, springy and comfortable, Rob was a hard muscular bottom
and virtually milked me as I shagged. This kid had practice and I guessed
it was something to do with his business. No matter, I grabbed his
shoulders and went to town I think he got the point (he he) as he started
shoving back onto me and grunting and groaning for more and more. It was
another good 'un as they all were, I squirted an enormous amount and this
time when I slipped free and flopped down onto the bed I stayed down. I
vaguely felt Rob pulling the bedding over us and I went out like a light.

The night went prety much the same as it had with Paul. We were both awake
at some ridiculously early hour and after a bathroom call got down to a
good ol' frontal apiece which was a lot more loving and smoochy. Eventually
and with honour satisfied on both sides we went back to sleep in the
rumpled and funky bed to sleep right through until we were served tea by
our number three who climbed into bed with us. Needless to say that led
onto a threesome but the wilt had set in, we had to work at it and stayed
in bed until around midday.

We worked out that the beefed up Viagra pill had a life of around twenty
hours, it seemed this Doctor and he was a proper one had told Rob and Paul
that the active period was followed by an equal amount of time flaccid to
be perfectly blunt. Rob said this was a load of nonsense at least for
teenies like he and Paul which was good news. I didn't fancy sitting
indoors for the day catching up on the Sunday papers which were still
sitting on the front doorstep delivered my another of my mates, young
Sam. If he'd had known what was going on in the house he'd have been
peeping through the windows looking for a show. Now that one was a right
randy little rat or so gossip had it, quite nice but nothing to write home
about if you know what I mean.

Dad phoned up around two in the afternoon and said he'd be home late,
probably around ten and I got his OK to stay another night. I told him I
would probabaly be in bed by ten... liar, liar, pants on fire but he bought
it.

It was probably around four in the afternoon and the three of us were out
in the street. Rob was tinkering around with his car with Paul and myself
sitting on the slightly dodgy front garden wall, you know, the things about
two foot high and very prone to collapse if sat on too often. Rob was a car
nut and a pretty good self taught mechanic from what went around. He must
have earned a fair bit as he always seemed to have someone's banger on his
doorstep and I quite often saw money changing hands +. Car mechanic and
porn star, some combination but at this time I still didn't know and
wouldn't know until some months later his and Paul's true
business. Suddenly I spotted a familiar figure wander around the
corner. The dishiest juvenile in the world, my mate Peter Knox.

'Hey, there's Peter,' I talked to Rob's bum as his head was in the engine
somewhere. 'Can I bring him over?'

''Oh thou of little intellect,' he grinned as he stood up. 'You've got an
empty house...'

'Se ya later,' I was off and running towards Pete who was standing there
looking our way.

'Hey up, Dogface,' he greeted me in his usual delightful style. 'Rob got
himself a pal?'

'A lodger, a cousin I think.' Well, I had to say something and that would
do for the time being.

'Mmmm...' Peter looked up the street. 'Not from around here, gotta be
sixteen or so.'

'Fifteen nearly sixteen,' I replied. 'Wanna come in, we've got some
chillies in the fridge, I think.'

'Yeah, I just want to relax. We've just got back and I am so pissed
off. Its been raining down there since last night and we did a runner
lunchtime.'

Just to put you in the picture Peter's family had a caravan parked up down
by Lewes just about on the coast. They went down quite regularly in the
summer and that was mum, dad, Julie the daughter and Peter. He hated it, he
said it cramped his style. I know what he meant, no mates and no privacy
and privacy is what a young boy wants at least early morning and probably
at least once a day. You can work that one out, can't you?

'Still, you had all of Saturday and Sunday.'

'Don't remind me,' he scowled. 'I just escaped. The sun's thrashing down
and they're all plonked in front of the tele-bloody-vision.'

I laughed as I led into the house, my Pete had a way with words and what
appeared to be a biding contempt for his family for as long as I'd known
him. 'I'm staying with Rob and Paul, it's my dad's new style baby sitting.'

'Uh...' Peter looked puzzled. 'Where's your dad then?'

'Sea fishing with Freddy , George and the other guy.'

'And you have the house to yourself?'

'Yeah but I'm lodged out. He couldn't leave me alone, not 'til I'm
sixteen. He could get in a load of trouble.'

'I suppose,' Pete nodded doubtfully. 'Dad was going to get Rob to have a
look at our Sierra.'

'Good motors 'til they go wrong and then they're bloody expensive.'

'You've been listening to Rob's sales pitch,' Peter laughed. 'Where's this
drink then?'

We got our cans and went upto my room which needed air, I swung the windows
wide open and we sat on my bed just chilling and supping our drinks. I
wondered when Peter was going to make a move and I didn't have to wait
long.

'I bet you feel a whole lot better after a bit of caravanning,' I
prompted. I'd also spotted a slightly suspect lump in the front of his
shorts, he was suffering post caravan trauma or LOW as we privately called
it. 'Lack of Wanks' for the medically inclined.

'I gotta need,' he fell onto his back across the bed exposing his brown
belly and the lump was more noticeable.

'You've always got a need,' I purred stroking his smooth belly edging his
t-shirt up. I gotta remind you at this point that this wasn't ouir first
time for wankies, it wasn't like he was going to run off shrieking down the
street. 'Dirty boy.' I lay my flat hand on his lump which was becoming a
bulge, subtle difference there chaps.

'Damn right,' his hand rested on mine pushing it down and I could feel the
heat and the hardness inside his shorts. Fourty eight hours without any
hand action.' He looked so forlorn I nearly laughed, he really was acting
his little heart out. I grasped his meat and gently squeezed and as he
moaned I bent down and planted a kiss on his smooth belly. God his skin was
like warm satin and I ran my dry lips across and took a little lick at his
navel. 'That's nice,' he whispered. 'Won't your minders come looking for
you?'

'No, they've been trying to get rid of me all day,' I lied but it was a lie
he would readily swallow. 'We've got an empty house.' I pushed his t-shirt
higher exposing his nipples and then licked them.

'Jeez, what have they been teaching you in that place,' Peter moaned
humping up into my hand and ruffling my hair.

'Nothing, nothing,' I ever so gently nipped his hard tit. 'It's just the
thought of you, me and an empty house.'

'A nice thought,' he groaned again as I removed my hand from his shorts
pushing the top exposing his lower belly and the top of his black pubic
hairs, a little more and the base of his cock now fully hard came into
view. He then reached out and grabbed my crotch feeling me up through my
own shorts. 'Fruity,' he giggled.

'Let's get naked.' I croaked and after initial hesitancy we stripped off
and looked at each other's bodies fully naked and fully erect. This would
be fine on a sleepover but there was an extra aspect to it in broad
daylight. It was a first and we awkwardly embraced and ground against each
other. This was another first and when I felt his hands drift down and cup
my buttocks I knew it was going to be an afternoon of firsts with Peter. I
opened my legs and let his penis slip between them and then clamped on it.

'Jesus, Tom,' Peter moaned and made his first little fucking move. I
clasped his smooth buns feeling them taut and hard as he pushed in between
my legs. 'This is just like fucking,' he rolled me onto my back and gazed
down at me.

'If you want to fuck someone you kiss them, there is such a thing as
foreplay.'

I felt his springy cheeks relax as he just looked at me and suddenly his
head dropped and he kissed me on the nose. Then he grinned and lightly
kissed me on the lips. Another one of those grey eyed gazes and he kissed
me for the second time and I felt his tongue flicker at my lips. I had
seriously underestimated my Peter. I opened my mouth and our tongues met. I
knew it was an afternoon for firsts (have I said that?). We continued our
new hobby as he slowly moved between my legs and I clasped his bottom, soft
as jelly one moment and then as hard as a pair of apples the next.

'I like you, Tom. I like you a lot,' his face darkened in a blush.

'I like you, Peter. I fancy you something rotten,' I upped the stakes and
it had to be said sooner or later, we'd gone past the wankies stage.

'Outstanding,' he grinned and lay on me unmoving and nibbling at my
neck. 'Fuckin' hell, we sound so gay,' he spoke quietly. 'Next thing well
be talking about fucking each other.'

I lay still and silent for a moment hardly believing my ears but spoke at
last and gave his silken smooth buttocks a gentle squeeze. 'So we shall,' I
gave a little pelvic thrust up feeling my foreskin roll over my glans
forcing precum to smear between us. We'd gone from wank buddies to
something a lot more serious in less than an hour. So much for the long and
drawn out master plan.

'I want to do something for you,' I mumbled rolling so that he was
under. Reaching behind me I felt the end of his penis sticking out at the
base of my crack and as I rubbed my thumb over his knob it was slippery.

'As long as you don't want to gimme babies,' his eyes avoided mine.

'I do so much but we have time,' I answered him quite seriously and he did
his little blush again but I slipped off him and flathanded his chest so he
wouldn't move. I kissed his belly again a mere inch or so from his
twitching meat and looked up his body. His eyes were closed as I lifted his
erection and slowly and sensually slipped my lips over his engorged head.

'Aaaaaah...' he gave a quivering sigh and relaxed totally, he went limp as
I sucked his cock and jiggled his balls. He was a nice mouthful, not as big
as Paul and certainly not Rob but he was mine for this moment in time. He
stroked and messed my hair as my head began to duck and dive on his
straining boy cock. No way could he last and he didn't. He started to fuck
into my mouth with little whimpers and moans and then just erupted. No
warning, no frantic last moment thrust just a large mouth filling splat of
creamy white spunk straight down my throat and then I sucked and swallowed
the rest. It was awesome, the word he had used. I rolled his thick almost
munchable slime around in my mouth as he gently stroked my hair and then
pulled me up the bed face to face.

'What does it taste like?'

'Try it,' I smashed my lips to his and let him taste his own cum. He
struggled and then giggled and finally lay in my arms cuddling me with a
dopey grin on his face.

'That was... er, wicked,' his teeth flashed in his dark face and I could
see a little fleck of his own cum on the side of his mouth. I removed it
with my finger and held it to his eyes. He held my hand and took it to his
lips. 'I taste nice,' he grinned. 'Now for you.' He pushed me flat on my
back and holding my sore penis started on my nipples. I never thought he'd
do it but he was intent on giving as good as he'd got.

He grinned when my nips went to sticky out mode and then lapped and licked
down my belly and sucked the precum from my innie. One glance up at me and
then he did as I had, He held my erection upright and slowly slipped his
lips over it pushing the foreskin right back and concentrated on the rigid
shaft and dark red glans. 'Yummy,' he giggled and reached under me clasping
my soft bottom as his head moved up and down. I was in heaven, I could hear
the street noises outside, I could even hear Rob calling Paul for a spanner
or some bloody thing but all I could feel was Peter's strong hands and his
wet heat sliding up and down my cock's shaft. A scrape with the teeth here
and there but there's a first time for everything and I'd never thought
we'd get this far so early.

'Aaah... Petey,' I moaned and wrthed on the bed as I felt my balls go
uptight. The next time we did this I'd tie the cord around the scrotum
trick, make it really intense. I felt that Peter was truly up for more,
more experimenting, more sex and maybe more love. 'Peter...' I wailed as I
felt the first burning load shoot up my shaft and splat into his mouth, he
swallowed and choked on the second, he got the third on his jaw and then
looked at the remainder dribble from my pee slit and into my pubics.

'Bloody hell,' he spoke Ron Weasley's famous line. 'That was incredible. He
grinned up at me with cum glistening on his chin and then ducked to suck at
my softening noodle before spinning around and settling alongside me face
to face. 'Lick me, Tom Tom.'

I did so feeling and tasting my slime on his smooth jaw and then our lips
met again. Another one of those long kisses but no embarassment and no
qualms this time. We lay there in silence for ten minutes or so and then
got dressed and left the house. He was going to split and go home but I
convinced him to come over and meet Paul as both my babysitters had gone
indoors by now.

'We gotta do a sleepover,' he gabbled as we walked. I grinned, I knew
exactly what he was after. He wanted to go for the jackpot, my jackpot in
particular.

'Next time I foster with these guys, I have my own room.'

'Where do they sleep?' He asked curiously or maybe nosily fully aware from
the house's layout that it was a two bedroom, the same as mine.

'They bunked in together this weekend,' I remarked trying to keep it
casual.

'Gotcha,' he followed me into the house via the kitchen and we found Rob
and Paul sprawled out in the lounge watching a video and thankfully not one
of the Russian ones. I did the introductions and it was clear to me that
both of my babysitters were taken with Peter, my plan could go ahead. How
Peter felt about them after a mere two minutes was another thing. Pete's
eyes were everywhere and he took in the boys in their tatty shorts and I
think he was more inclined to Rob but that was only a supposition. I know
we all talk about love at first sight and true love but it was becoming
plain to me that it was routine for lovers to shop around. Rob and Paul
made a lot of the love job but then shared me quite happily so how's about
that.

'I thought you'd moved back home,' Rob remarked with his eyes drifting back
to Peter's smooth legs every second or so.

'Nah, I'm staying here the night ain't I?'

'You are,' Rob confirmed.

'There you go then,' I looked at them both. 'I was just up in my room with
Peter, just playing around. You know what I mean.'

I think Peter blushed as red as a beetroot but it was hard with him, he
just goes darker, I'm the one who lights up like a traffic light being
fairer skinned I expect. 'We were looking at vids,' he mumbled.

'No matter,' Rob shrugged. 'Boys will be boys.'

'You're not that old yourself,' Peter snapped.

'Now, now,' Paul acted as pacifier. 'You go to the same school as Tom?' He
knew perfectly well that we went to the same school but the small tension
eased and we started talking about the holidays. Peter also mentioned that
his dad wanted Rob to look after the family Seirra which had seen better
days.

We sat around chatting and watching what was on. It didn't really register
with me as Rob and Paul were scrunched up in the armchair which Peter must
have found weird as the sofa was vacant. I guess they'd been playing games
but probably knocked off when they heard me at the door. It was logical and
my little pal Peter was nothing if not logical and suspicious... he'd
probably drawn the same conclusion. At the end of it we had another bout of
chilled drinks and I walked Peter back home.

'Weird pair,' he commented after a while.

'Well, cousins and all that crap.'

'Yeah...' he scoffed. 'Cousins... right.' He laughed. 'So which one fancies
you?' He suddenly asked.

'Both.' I decided to be brutally honest.

'Figures,' he sniffed. 'But we're still pals, you know... boyfriends,' his
voice dropped to a whisper.

'We are,' I was so tempted to drag him in and kiss him but right outside
his house wasn't quite the time and place. 'You coming around tomorrow once
dad's gone to work... tennish.'

'Bet on it,' he laughed and walked off. I nearly did a hop, skip and a jump
on the way home. I was so happy, more of the same with Peter and we needed
to up the ante. I wasn't going to rush into the fuckery stage although I
knew we both wanted it, we'd get there in the end.

I'll cut out Monday evening as nothing momentous happened, we laid off the
pills and after a quiet night of routine television and eating we went to
bed. This night I got a night off, Rob and Paul split to the main bedroom
and I had Paul's to myself. Perhaps they were in love after all but all the
same I was warmly welcomed when I took tea in the following day... and I
mean very warmly. Warm enough to finally wander around home with a soggy
bottom and a sore dick, that warm.

I caught dad just before he left for work and he told me that he was going
on yet another fishing weekend and he wanted to know how I'd got on. I just
waffled and told him that nothing really interesting had happened and if I
had another weekend I'd be inviting Peter around for a sleepover. He didn't
comment apart from to tell me that the decision was theirs not his and he
would be seeing them later in the day. His idea was that if he slipped them
a score or so it would give them enough to feed me and a few quid left over
for the trouble. Rob didn't seem too strapped for cash but I didn't
comment, Rob would accept just to back up his babysitting credentials, he'd
get his real payment in flesh. My mind was that if I worked on Peter our
next weekend could turn out to be a real foursome, a mini orgy. Well,
there's no harm in hoping.

By the time Peter rolled up I was aborted and showered, as fresh as a
second hand daisy in fact.

'Looks like I'll be staying at Rob's again this weekend,' I announced as I
opened the door. 'You gotta come over on a sleepover.'

'I'd have to sort out a chastity belt first,' he giggled. 'I clocked that
Rob ogling me.'

'Ooh, yeah. We wouldn't want an orgy or anything developing,' I snickered
and led him tthrough to the kitchen.

'Well...' he looked at me and grinned. 'It's a thought.' That was good
enough for me. The seed was planted now all it needed was time to germinate
which showed I paid attention in Biology class but I so wanted to do sex
with him I had trouble keeping my hands to myself. As he sat there I got
drinks from the fridge and from his rear bent in and kissed his smooth
neck. 'Nice,' he wriggled in his seat and turned his head. The next kiss
was on the side of his lips and we sat opposite gazing at each other like a
pair of sex denied loons.

'You know what I'd like to do?'

'I can guess,' he giggled.

'Have a near sex experience.'

'What the hell's that,' he laughed. 'A near sex experience?'

'It's the ultimate before a real fuck,' I crossed my fingers under the
table. We had to do this, it was the one before the ultimate. The thing was
that it was so near to the real thing, a bit of overexcitement or even an
accident and we could be doing the real McCoy. I knew he was a virgin but
my virgin, I wanted him before those randy rats up the road got to
him. Once we got into a sleepover at their place, they were in charge, in
my own house it was just between Peter and myself. I was so hot and so
hard, there was no going back. 'Come on,' I wheedled.

'You're gonna show me how?'

'It'll come naturally,' I stood. 'Come upstairs. Well, it was nearly eleven
and time for elevensies but our own brand of elevensies which was a bit
more basic that sitting around drinking tea and munching biscuits. Once up
in the bedroom we played it cool and stripped but just to our briefs which
displayed us well enough. We went on the warm up trail snuggling and
kissing until we got slightly sweaty and then it was time for the underwear
to go and the real fun to start. We spread our damp briefs out in the sun,
they'd dry crusty but that was the trouble with precum it's much better
when it's on your belly and between your legs. Sexy, slippery and slimey, I
also had some hand cream from the bathroom under my pillow, I was ready for
anything.

'So what's this new thingy, the ultimate,' he lay on top of me just where I
wanted him.

'Same as yesterday,' I grinned. 'Between my legs but this time keep going
until you cum, I wanna feel you spunk between my legs and up into my
crack.'

'How the hell do I do that?'

'Easy, you fuck upwards, keep in close and imagine you're going to take me
from the front.'

'I might do it if get's that slippery,' he ground his cock against mine.'

'If you wanrt to now's the time,' I moved around and spread a nice thick
towel under us and had another handtowel on standby, I was taking it things
seriously. As he's said, what if he pronged me accidently. What if we
stopped fucking around and I guided him to what he really wanted. 'If you
'accidently' fucked me then I'd have to 'accidently' do you.'

'Orrite,' he said immediately grinning like a Cheshire Cat. I think it was
then that I made my mind up, we'd go between the legs and when he was on
top line and super randy, I was going to offer... whether he accepted or
not was in the lap of the gods. I just used a smidgeon of the hand cream on
his dick and under my balls, he was leaking like a tap and as he settled in
between my legs he closed his eys and sighed his satisfaction. 'All the way
'til I cum,' he kissed me on the nose.

'Go for it, Tiger,' I grasped his springy and almost olive skinned bottom
and he started slowly at first but once he got power up he was going like a
madman. It was messy but fun, he slithered and slipped in and out and I
clamped my thighs as hard as I could. He was driving in and up and I could
feel his glans running up and down my perineum into the base of my
crack. He was less than an inch away from my hole. I lifted my legs
slightly and I swear he hit the spot.

'Gawd, Tom let me...' He knew what he was doing as he tried to lift me but
I raised slightly and I felt the first push and slide at my pucker. He
slipped off about three times until I gave in. No accidents here, this was
deliberate. I lifted my legs eigher side of his slender waist and guided
his slippery and almost steaming cock and placed his glans at my hole and
with one push he was in me. I opened up and he slipped out again but he was
straight back in. This time he pushed me up and rose himself so that he was
forcing my legs back to my chest and he was really inside me. A bit of it,
half of it and then his complete and totally solid slippery length was in
my body and he was gently fucking. 'So much for an accident,' he grinned
and mashed his lips to mine as my arms and legs held him in place.

'Gimme babies, Big Boy.' Ok, pretty rubbishy but Paul said it always pays
to flattter a new lover and he's had enough from what he's said.

'It's so slippery, Peter whined.

'We'll go drier later on,' I clamped and felt his hardness seem to thicken
and then it came. A mighty cum almost as good as the pill assisted
ejaculations of the weekend. He seemed to go on forever as I felt the warm
liquid inside me mixing with the sweat, the precum and even the hand
cream. We were a mess but we'd done it or he had. I was so full of his
spunk and I was dead sure I was the first, he'd lost his front virginity to
me and very, very shortly I was going to take his beautiful litlle bottom
for the first time.

'God, that was so good,' he lay on me and we traded gentle kisses. He was
softening but I wasn't, his warm belly pressed against my penis and as I
felt it slowly slip free I rolled him so that he was on his back and I was
laying ontop gazing into his remarkable grey eyes.

'Greeey eyes,' I whisper sung the Bright Eyes tune. 'Gonna make you mine.'

'Guess we're proper boyfriends now,' he smiled and wriggled under me. 'I'm
a bit scared about this you know.'

'Just relax all the way and don't fight it.'

'Does it hurt?'

'Only a little bit but it's be OK after we've been at it for a few weeks.'

'Great,' he said sarcastically and bravely lifted his legs which I pressed
back onto his chest. 'Let's do the lead up and see how it goes. I'll
probably just fall in on a coating of sweat.'

'You won't just fall in, Dickhead,' he scowled. 'I've got to be tighter
than those two up the road, your babysitters.'

'Fishing,' I mocked and pushed my slippery and expremely hard cock between
his smooth buttocks whereon he promptly clamped tightly on me.

'Fuck me,' he whispered .

'What?'

'You heard,' he snarled and then smiled. 'Go for it, Tiger,' he gave me my
phrase back and I did.

A good five minutes of sweaty and slippery in and outing and a hand on each
cheek at each time pulling them apart and stretching him all the while
shuffling up the bed inch by inch . The closed leg fuck had gone out of the
window by now and he was almost in position. His legs were up in the air
and I was actually slipping and sliding across his sweet little pucker when
I bent his knees to right back and he was fully on display. One thing I had
forgotten and that was a bit of relaxing.

He nearly had a heart attack as my finger slid inside him and started it's
task. I explained what was going on but he remained bemused. He probably
thought it was one of my kinks. All the same he gave a little moan of
displeasure when I withdrew and clamped up again as I pressed my oozing
glans against his hole.

'Easy,' he whispered as I moved in. Remarkably for a first timer he just
gave a gasp and then a long moan as I pressed against his ring and it
opened up admitting my rock hard erection to his delightful warmth and
tightness. This was so different from Paul and Rob with their youthful
bodies, this was a boy, so warm and so tight and as he accepted me I felt
like I was coming home. So smooth and so perfect with just the right amount
of pressure and then the kissing to go with it. 'Dare I say?' He lips
brushed my ear.

'Say what?'

'I could learn to like this,' he giggled. 'We should have started last
year.'

'We'll have to make up for lost time,' I bottomed out and held him tightly
feeling my erection solidly in his smooth tunnel. He qave a couple of
experimental squeezes, smiled at me again and this time I went for it. No
holds barred. The shag of the century. We must have just looked like a pair
of Siamese Twins from the outside. I was so blended into him and held
secure by his arms and legs that I could barely move my hips but I did all
the same fucking him in short and hard jabs as he hugged.

'Go on, go on,' he grunted and his legs pressed against my back. I
struggled for some freedom from his death grip and then started for
real. Nice long and teeth jolting thrusts into his dripping and leaking boy
fanny until he begged me to cum. He was cracked, he was mine and the
conquest, deflowering, call it what you will was over as my first juicey
jet blasted like hot lava into his dripping boy cunt.

The sweat, oil and cum made it messy and traction was gone but I gave him a
couple of superbursts and as I lay on him slowly slipping free his legs
fell onto my back once again. 'You are one good fuck, pal,' I lapped at his
sweaty face like a cat.

'So are you,' he looked at me and grinned. 'We go well together.'

'We do,' I assured him. 'To secret lovers, we keep this as quiet as the
grave... no hints to that bloody sister of yours.'

'Too true,' he giggled. 'What about those two up the road.'

'Don't worry about them, they'll keep quiet plus it's always somewhere to
hideaway on a rainy day.' I looked at him and smiled. 'Mind you we might
have to pay a little rent.'

'Whatta surprise!' He crowed. 'I would think we have something they want
and vice versa, 'cos that Rob's got an arse to die for.'

'You wait 'til you see his dick,' I laughed. 'Like this weekend if not
before then.'

'Goody, the sooner the better. I like Rob,' he snuggled upto me and I
cuddled him in all his funky glory. Mission accomplished for now and even
further adventures ahead.



			     To be Continued.



Well, it limped to an end but it was only going to be a shorty short one
off so it stretched a bit. Hope you liked it all the same.

Stop Press: I've just edited and spellchecked the above and on reflection I
thought I'd go for a fifth and final chapter. Why not?  Peter needs to
spead his wings or spread his legs that's for sure..

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