Date: Fri, 29 May 2009 12:55:14 +0100
From: Gary Cutter <gcutter66@gmail.com>
Subject: THE DOCTORS RUMPUS ROOM - 5

WARNING: This story is homoerotic in content. This means that it may and
probably will involve male on male sex of various ages.  Also note that my
characters do not wear condoms and that is because they are FICTIONAL.

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PORTRAYED TAKE PLACE ON PLANET CUTTER. ANY RESEMBLENCE TO REAL PEOPLE,
PLACES, ETC. ETC. IS TOTALLY COINCIDENTAL. The author recommends 'safe' sex
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tale from the boys point of view... get into their tiny minds but you must
realise if they sound a bit smartarse and over world weary at times that is
me coming through. If they sound as thick as a plank...  that's them.

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THE DOCTORS RUMPUS ROOM



5 - A Weekend for Four or maybe Five.



by



G. Cutter



My dad sprung it on me Wednesday evening as we were having our supper. The
weather had continued fine and I's spent it mainly with Peter and over with
the boys. Paul had disappeared on 'a job' as Rob had put it but stayed
pretty close lipped leaving my imagination to work overtime. Peter and I,
and Peter was fitting in well, went throught he lot, porno filming, dying
relative, contract catamite (like that one) and maybe even a junior
contract killer but Rob just grinned.

Anyway, back to dad.

'I was talking to the boys about the sea fishing...' he started and I
listened up. 'We thought of having the weekend, doing the week in lodgings
then the following weekend. It maked nine or ten days just about,' he
looked at me as if awaiting a response.

'And?' I waited for the next bit.

'I wondered if you wanted to come down with us?'

'You must be joking,' I laughed. 'Fishing in a boat bobbing up and
down... Jeez.'

'You could stay ashore, we'd be staying just outside Brighton and there's
lots of things for kids to do.'

'Awww, Dad,' I did the whiney teeny bit. 'All my mates are up here, Peter,
the two up the road...'

'That's the other alternative,' he munched on his food. 'They seem OK with
weekends but ten days is a bit much... I don't know if they'll stand for
that.'

'I can pump them,' I offered.

'Can you?' He seemed so pleased I almost laughed but in the old phrase: I
was over the moon. A weekend, a week and a further weekend with my two
lover boys and I could have Peter Knox around any time I liked. OK, Peter
would have to pay his dues but I'd more or less briefed him up on that
already... and he did have a mini crush on Rob.

The following day two things happened of consequence, firstly Peter rolled
up and told me that his parents had given the go ahead for him to sleep
over with me at Rob's place for the Friday and weekend. The second one was
that I went up the road to see Rob and Paul passing my dad's request
on. Rob seemed delighted especially when he found that Peter would be
staying over on the earlier weekend at least. He suggested he had some
business organised for the second weekend and we may come in handy. He
didn't explain what 'handy' meant but went into close conference with Paul
and they were all smiles and grins like a pair of schoolkids. He was also
sorting out the Knox family Sierra on the Monday which he reckoned needed a
load of work on it starting off with a new clutch and then everything else
including a back hatch that they had to keep tied down.

'You done the biz with that little pixy of your yet?' He suddenly asked as
I sat in the kitchen slurping a Pepsi.

'Yeah, twice,' I grinned feeling quite pround of myself.

'Any problems?'

'Nah... why should there be, once we got on the same wavelength that was
it.'

'As it should be,' he agreed. 'He's very sweet,' he avoided my eyes.'

'He fancies you something rotten,' I grinned. 'Just like I did before Paul
stole my little heart away.'

'Your double dealing little black, black heart?

'That's the one,' I agreed quite happily. I knew the routine with those
two. He and Paul did the undying love bit but they still shopped around,
Paul fucked me at every opportunity he got and it looked like Rob was
feeling pretty much the same about my pal. What did that old time American
actress used to sing?  'Che sera sera'.

'Well, for the weekend you and Peter can share Paul's room for Friday and
then we'll adventure. I might have a bit of work I can offer you for the
Friday or Saturday after.'

'Work?'

'Paying work,' he grinned. 'But it depends...'

'On what?'

'On how well Peter fits in over this weekend.'

'He'll go to bed with you,' I exclaimed a tad impatiently. 'I've told you
that already.'

'Good,' he laughed. 'But a bit more than that before I offer the work but
let's leave it for now.' He fished out a couple more cans and Paul wandered
in from where he'd been sunbathing as if keeping out of the way. I tried to
pump Rob more but he just nodded at Paul as if in confirmation and refused
to say any more on the subject. I wondered if they were going to try and
involve us in their porny films but I would have thought we were a bit
young for that... then, thinking about the Russian films, maybe not.

Naturally enough I told my dad of the outcome to his question and he was
happy enough. One grizzling and angsty teenage son out of the way and an
English Channel full of fish to bugger around with, he must have been in
heaven. He also went around to see Rob and handed over some money for food
and whatnot although he didn't say how much and neither did Rob. I fancy
there was also an instruction to keep checking on the house and a list of
chores I had to do whilst he was away. A bit of slave driving there but I
didn't mind, Peter could give me a hand.

Friday evening came and dad was home from work, bathed and changed in
double quick time when his mates who were travelling with him arrived as
did the Transit with another two they piled all their stuff in the back of
the van and with the shortest of farewells were on their way like a a bunch
of ten year olds on a school outing. The neighbours either side knew what
the score was and would be exercising what we called our Neighbourhood
Watch but I made sure everything was locked up anyway and had my holdall
ready to go when my Peter rolled up.

'Time to tread the Yellow Brick Road,' he did his Dorothy impersonation
which is quite sweet. 'This isn't Kansas, Toto,' he spoke to the pavement.

'It's Putney, you prick,' I laughed. 'Come and let's bedazzle and bewitch
the old pervs down the road.'

'They're not that old,' he grinned wiggling his bottom like a little slut.

'Watch it, some one might be looking.'

'Miserable sod.'

Down at Rob's we found them just cleaning up after mucking around with some
clapped out van's brakes and talking about supper. 'Fish and chips, I'm not
fuckling around cooking,' Rob declared when we walked in the wide open
door.

'Sounds good,' Paul stood there barechested and looked at Peter and myself
like we were chickens just about ready for plucking. 'Name a fish boys.'

'Swordfish,' Peter spoke first.

'Goldfish,' I voulnteered.

'For supper,' Paul frowned.

'Cod... I was only trying to lighten the mood.'

'Rock Salmon for me,' Rob continued to scrub oil from under his
fingernails. 'Ask 'em for a couple of big Pepsis as well.'

'Fixed,' Paul gave Peter a smile and left for the telephone.

'You wanna settle Peter into your room,' Rob looked at me standing there in
my tatty jeans. 'Didn't you bring any shorts.'

'Yeah, I've got 'em in my bag,' I smirked. 'I prefer to wander around in
boxers amongst friends.'

'Now that sounds good,' Rob cackled and Peter managed his first blush of
the evening. Never mind, he'd get used to it.

'Peter hasn't seen The Thief Lord yet,' I observed.'

'Oh my Gawd, not that fuckin' film again,' Rob moaned but he was taking the
micky, he liked the film as much as I did and I was sure Peter would like
it. I'd been onto him for weeks to watch it but he hadn't got around to it.

'I hope it's good after Tom Tom's bullshit,' Peter spoke to Rob seemingly
facinated with my youing neighbour and so called baby sitter also bare
chested and with his arms deep in soapy water. If I could see throught the
baggy beach shorts he was wearing I'd bet a pound to a pinch of shit I'd
find a living, breathing stiffy perking up a litrtle.

'Come upstairs,' I tugged his arm before he started dribbling over
Rob. 'I'll show you the room.'

As took Peter away Rob flashed me a smile, he knew I was having a touch of
the little green godess, the jealousy thing not the Army Fire Engine to get
it straight. I took Peter upstairs and as soon as I had him in the room we
fell on the bed and were at it.

'Sssh...' he'll hear,' he whined as I munched at his slender brown neck.

'He knows the score, for fuck's sake. He and Paul both want to do sex with
you.'

'Both together?' He giggled.

'Who knows,' I smirked. I knew exactly what they had in mind and decided to
brief Peter to see if he had any objections or was going to be a
pain. 'Tonight us together, tomorrow you get Paul whilst I look after Rob
and on Sunday you get to do Rob all on your ownsome.'

'Mmmm...' He lay back and grinned as I ran my hand across his rounded belly
into the top of his shorts. 'Sounds good,' he grabbed my arm and pulled me
on top of himself mashing his lips onto mine. 'Gotta be a blinding
weekend,' he gave a pelvic thrust and that was it. We were writhing and
wriggling together and mashing willies, we were doing everything except
fucking but it was a bit early in the evening and supper was on it's way.

''Grub's up, lads,' Paul's voice called up the stairs and I swiftly tugged
my jeans off and stood looking down at Peter who had been getting a little
fruity.

'You've got to get attacked walking around in your knickers,' he laughed.

'Dad and me walk around in boxers all the time, get's the old girl next
door going.'

'I'm not surprised with your dad,' he cackled. 'He looks like Bluto.'

'I'll tell him you said that,' I said as he sat on the edge of the bed
tugged his shorts down, he too was wearing floral boxers and stood.

'Whatcha reckon?'

'Let's do it, let's wow the wrinklies.'

Alright... so I was going a bit silly and being a bit bold I suppose but we
weren't expecting visitors and it was beginning to get dark already plus if
you're going to get groped boxers are just about the easiest for someone to
get inside. I think Peter was OK but I wanted his mindset if that's the
word on casualness as in casual sex. We were a foursome or that's the way I
planned it and I was sure that's the way the Rob and Paul wanted it.

The opportunity when you're a kid to be able to do what you like in
someone's home is a once in a lifetime opportunity. The chance to bed Peter
without any risk of possible riot was an added bonus.

'Now this is better than looking at your ugly mug,' Rob commented to Paul
as we walked into the kitchen where they'd set up the suppers. I saw Peter
do a little blush but only a very minor one this time.

'Didn't say that last night,' Paul grinned. 'Can I touch?' He boldly asked
Peter. I think Peter was shocked for a moment but just nodded and grinned
vacantly as Paul ran his hand up the inside of his leg cupping his
balls. 'Sweet,' Paul breathed.

'Leave it out , Pervy. You're embarassing the boy,' Rob laughed,. 'Sit down
lads tuck in.'

I sat between Paul and Rob and so did Peter the other side of the table. I
gave him an encouraging grin, he'd past the first test with flying colours
although even I hadn't expected Paul to go for groping so early in the
evening.

We chatted our way through our supper and Rob was telling us how busy he
was with his car and van work. I never find out where he learned all he
knew but a couple of my dad's mates rated him pretty highly. He did a good
job with his limited facilities and naturally enough his labour rates were
a lot lower. He was lucky as all the houses in our street had small garages
but more than big enough to keep tools, engine hoists and whatnot if not
really big enough to work in with the bigger cars and vans. Of course, I
hadn't mentioned the business offer he'd skirted around earlier but I'd let
that lie. I had the funny idea it was down to how Peter and I performed
over the weekend.

We retired to their living room or lounge as Rob called it and turned the
fire on as we were having one of those summers, long hot days and very cold
nights. We locked the patio doors, drew the curtains and it was time for
The Thief Lord again. I can't stop babbling on about this film and poor old
Peter had borne the brunt of my lusts for Scipio, Prosper and Riccio. Come
to think of it Prosper, Aaron James reminded me a bit of the American kid,
the older one in Cousin Bill a quite famous porno from yonks back.  With a
bit of luck Rob would dig it out later especially for Peter's benefit.

I did a double take when I went into the lounge, the bashed up old armchair
that Rob and Paul tended to use like a nest was retired to the corner of
the room to be replaced by a two seater sofa which they immediately claimed
leaving myself and Peter to sprawl out on the older three seater.

'Buying furniture?' I asked Rob.

'I got it for the wife,' Rob answered straight faced.

'Wife?' Peter looked puzzled.

'He means me,' Paul giggled. 'The old tart.' He clicked the remote and the
film began to roll, he must have had it all set up in readiness. Thank
Christ, Peter seemed to like it but half the fun was being on that old sofa
with him and being able to stroke and play around with him whilst
watching. I think he was a bit embarassed at first but Rob and Paul didn't
take any notice other that Paul saying something along the lines of: 'Aaah,
ain't young love grand.'

We were laying on the sofa full length and watching the film but Peter was
spooned up behind me and I could feel his stiffy pressing through the thin
cotton of our boxers. Suddenly boldness must have taken over and he slipped
his hand into the fly of my boxers and grasped my hot cock just holding it
you understand and squeezing it until it was rock solid. Whatta teaser and
I just lay there imagining it was Prosper in the same position... now
that's what you call faithful.

We lay there until the end and then as people do unwound, stretching arms
and legs, yawning and bollock scratching.

'Booze for the boys,' Rob declared and sauntered out to the kitchen, Paul
just sat there looking at us with a slight smile on his face.

'Rob and I had a look at some old porno's last night... very old.'

'Really?' Well, you say things like that when you're an English teeny and
it's supposed to indicate sublime indifference which Paul must have known
but he pressed on. 'Two young Americans, share a bed, wand, suck, fuck and
finish up with a wank.'

'Cousin Bill?' I asked and I might have guessed. I knew it was one of
Paul's faves.

'What naked?' Peter had to say it .

'Yeah,' Paul. 'It's so basic that you two would eat it... a 'Cousin Bill
Revisited' sorta thing. Anyway, there are two and we can look at them when
Rob gets the drinks.'

A look flashed between Paul and Rob and after Rob passed us our bottles he
dug about in his case producing a DVD. 'Here we go, the first and original
Cousin Bill followed by Cousin Bill and Ted.'

'Cheers,' I raised my bottle in a toast and Peter and I settle down to
watch. Peter was already half hard and I'd seen his stiff brown flesh
peeping through the slit in his boxers, from the way Paul kept looking
across he must have had the same sighting.

The film started with a pretty good looking kid around the fourteen mark in
a bus station then arriving at wherever and being met by this much younger
blond. really tasty this one and twelve or so at an estimate, maybe even
younger. Home, records, LP's would you believe and then bed... a big double
bed. Blond boy goes to sleep and dark and older boy starts to wank over a
fanny magazine. Blondy wakes up, wank, blow job, grease up and the bigger
boy shags little one and it ends in a solo wank apiece.

A classic as Rob said but so old. Jeez, long playing records. The little
one had a tiny willy but the older boy had a good four incher and was the
nicer of the two, but the action was poor as if they didn't quite know what
they were doing. The second one was more of the same. The same blond boy
with a rather thuggish typical Yank fifteen or sixteen all big dick and fat
arse and the action still had that something lacking... probably
direction. The cameraman was letting them do their thing instead of telling
them what was needed. Anyway at the end of it Peter and I were as hard as
rocks sitting there trying to cover our groins with our hands.

'I've got an old VCR Recorder,' Rob spoke. 'Plays onto a thirty minute tape
whicgh you can play directly onto the TV.'

'Yeah?' I grinned at Peter. I knew exactly what came next.

'Interested in a starring role?' Rob looked at us both.

'Which one do I get to be,' Peter piped up rather surprisingly.

'The host, the blond. Tom Tom plays the visitor.'

'Mmmm...' Peter looked at me and grinned. 'I can handle it if he can.'

'No probs,' I took a slurp from my bottle. Shagging Peter in front of a
camera, what could be easier?'

'OK,' Rob grinned. 'All we do is Tom arriving by car and being welcomed,
taken up the garden path and taken indoors avoiding the housenumber or any
other outdoor and identifiable stuff. Use your own bedroom and probably do
it midday or afternoon when you've perked up a bit after your night of
sin.'

'It's not sinful if you're marrried,' I pointed out.

'Very smart, Tom Tom,' Rob laughed. 'I've got a load of old stuff on here,
I'll let it roll,' he clicked the button to play all sections or episodes
and the films started. Really old and a right mess but some pearls amongst
the swine as they say. A hell of a lot of stuff Peter and I could replicate
if called on to do so.

We didn't make any big deal out of the evening but retired to bed just
before midnight and I couldn't wait. My first night of complete freedom
with Peter. No sussy parents, no fear of unannounced siblings poking their
heads around the door, just total and utter privacy. We fell onto the bed
laughing happy with each other and what was to come. Funnily enough we
completely undressed like a pair of virgins backs to each other but the
shyness didn't last, as we turned to face each other we were both totally
erect and totally ready for action.

'Paul says there's some stuff under the pillow,' I mumbled and there was. A
blue tube of KY and Peter giggled as I pushed him back onto the bed and
knelt between his legs. This time no coy messing around but a full frontal
and then maybe something a little more romatic later on. I smeared the
stuff on my erection until it gleamed and then raised his legs until he
folded them back, he knew what was about to happen and flathanded my belly
as I carefully and gently pushed gainst his pucker feeling it open to admit
my raging hardon.

'Aaaaaaah....' he cried out but my lips cut him off and as his legs wrapped
around my waist we started. It wasn't going to last but the second one
would. It was nice, sex with Peter was nice and I tried to make it last but
it was no good... I was in love for God's sake and I hammered his sweet
arse until I cum and cum a bucketload. I finished off slipping free and
watching his gaping hole slowly close oozing my love juice down onto his
tailbone. 'You're not supposed to ogle my fanny.' he grinned. 'Pervo.'

'Nah... this is pervo,' I ducked my head and sucked at his drooling pucker
probing and tickling at the smooth flesh until he begged me to stop. I'd
managed to tug him around and sank my mouth over his drooling stiffy as he
knelt up intent on his share of the action. As he reached for the KY I
stopped him and looked up at his smiling face. 'Come in on a bitta spit, I
want to feel it.'

He shrugged and moved in. I was right, I did feel it. No smooth penetration
but a jerky but definite taking. He fucked me roughly and quickly as I'd
done him and I loved it. I whined and cried out as I felt his hot splashes
finally arrived and he finished off belly to belly and mouth on
mouth. Perfecto. We slept the sleep of the innocents and probably awoke
around six in the morning. The birds were chirping and sunlight was finding
it's way past the curtains but he was spooned up behing me and when I
reached back and smeared a smidgeon of KY onto his stiff cock he got the
hint and took me slowly and lovingly in the dawn's early light. I love that
phrase by the way and when he was done I sleepily repaid the compliment by
seeding his bottom... how's about that for another nice phrase?

There was silence from the next bedroom this early in the morning as we
donned boxers and went down to the kitchen. I knew the tea making routine
by now and was taking my Peter on his first adventure.

'You serve Rob and I'll look after Paul.' I sorted out the tea and dolloped
out the sugar.

'Serve?' He grinned.

'Well, you know what I mean,' I laughed and we returned up the stairs both
clutching two mugs of tea. The day was about to begin.

Needless to say they were both awake and probably interested to see how
things worked out but I led the way. I handed the tea across and then
promptly dropped my boxers and slipped in alongside Paul. He gave me his
hideous morning smile and snuggled me in whilst struggling not to spill his
tea. Peter rather more nervously dropped his underwear and cock swinging
clambered in alongside Rob. It was alright after that, I don't think any of
us wanted to get to carried away but from the murmurs and giggles coming
from Peter and Rob they were getting on well and as for Paul... he drank
his tea and then ducked under the bedding and drank me. I don't know if
Peter got the same I was past caring, when Paul blows you, you tend to lose
interest in other things. Anyway, as they always say, that was the ice well
and truly broken.

After a decent fry up for breakfast we spent the morning in a good tidy
up. Rob had a couple of lamp extensions which he rigged in our bedroom
where he was intending to film and just before noon we stepped out to do
the header for the film. This was a mere two or three minutes (if that)
where I get from the car (supposedly a taxi) and am welcomed by Peter and
taken indoors. No big deal but it took a couple of goes to get it right and
to satisfy Rob. One of our paper boys had to turn up in the middle and ogle
like some sort of demented fan as we went through the performance. He was
sweet really and older than the other kid who had been floating about, I
reckoned this one was maybe a little younger than myself and Peter. I knew
him by sight but not by name, you know, a casual nod in passing and that
was it.

'You live in the next street?' I remarked inbetween takes... how
professional can you get?

'Yeah,' he grinned. I liked his chirpy smile by the way although as usual
my mind was just below the waistband of his baggy shorts. He was dark like
Peter but smaller with his black hair cut in what they used to call a
pageboy... so girly.  He grinned at me. 'Kevin.'

'Hi Kev, I'm Tom and my co star is Peter.'

'Yeah, I know,' he replied quite casually. 'My mate's in your class.'

'Ah, gotcha,' I did a crafty perv. In fact he'd make a perfect number three
between Peter and myself but that's me getting carried away again. 'This is
just the header of a film they're trying to make.'

'What's the film about then?'

'Dunno yet,' I backed off. 'I've said too much already.'

'Perhaps I can get a watch when it's done?' He looked hopeful.

'Maybe,' I saw Rob looking impatient and sprang back into action pretending
to be greeting or was I the greeter. I noticed Kevin wander off and thought
no more of it but we were on the move. The bedroom scene was next up and we
wouldn't need our tidy clothing, in fact, we wouldn't need any clothing at
all.

This as it turned out was the easier bit. The hardest bit was remembering
who was who, I was even a bit confused who Cousin Bill was, was he the host
or the visitor. Anyway, Peter was playing the blond and I was playing the
older boy and I would get to top him not the other way around. He'd get his
chance in another film I was sure of that. He stripped off giving little
coy wriggles here and there and I messed around and then followed his
example as he supposedly drifted off to sleep.

Cut. Rob examined his watch and away we went again. This section was me
rather stupidly deciding to find some porn magazines and have a wank with
my host (Peter) sleeping by my side. Of course and quite naturally he does
a crafty wake up, he sees what I'm doing and reaches out for me... the rest
is history as they say.

Cut. Another timecheck and we were told that the fuckery lasted a whole ten
minutes and then there would be a five minute solo wank to complete. Hey,
ho, back to work. We did the lubing up bit and I took Peter quite easily
sliding in and out of his tight little bottom whilst Rob, resident pervo
took his film and Paul snapped close ups on a digital. I was on the verge
of cuming when Rob called a halt and laid us both on our backs for the
final cum shots. No probs there, we were both so wound up we did excellent
belly and chest shots far better than the originals in fact and it was all
over. We lay there breathing heavily with our pearly cum splashed from
navel to throat and feeling very well pleased with ourseves. There's
nothing worse, in my limited opinion of for, for two healthy yougsters to
wank and then produce a infant's dribble. .

'Cut and it's a wrap,' Rob declared with a big grin. 'I hope it turns out
OK.'

'Yeah,' Paul stood there and looked down at us. 'You know what I'd like?'
He stared at Peter and squeezed his groin.

'I know what I'd like,' Rob laughed and I noticed that he was tenting well
in his shorts.

'Come on then,' I whispered. I reached out across the bed and clasped
Peter's hand. 'Up for it?'

'Yeah,' he giggled. 'I'm all squishy.'

'Excellent,' Paul and Rob spoke as one ,a regular pair of Bill and
Teds. They promptly dropped their shorts and briefs and with big dicks
waggling clambered onto the bed. Paul took Peter and Rob took me. Quite
nice now that the lights were off and the street was as quiet as a
graveyard. Paul bent Peter's knees back to his chest and just slipped into
the relaxed and already drooling hole. Rob scooped my cum from my belly and
worked it into his cock before taking me. It was nice sunny afternoon sex
and I didn't need to hear the satisfied moans from Peter to know that he
and Paul were doing alright.

God, that Rob was big but I was getting used to him now and I loved it. I
squirmed and bucked on his meaty thrusts and returned his rough and
slightly bristly kisses with a lustful passion as his long cock slipped in
and out of my well used fanny. Peter alongside me was mewing and whining
and also flogging away at his rehardened cock as Paul ploughed his
furrow. I closed my eyes, this was the way to spend a weekend and the week
that was to come. God bless dads and their sea fishing.

It ended in a sweaty mess as it normally does and we layon the bed which
was wrecked. All the same it was a brill way to pass an afternoon and as we
settled down to a light supper, still just in boxers, the phone rang.

Rob answered it and there was a long involved conversation. It appeared one
of the locals had broken down just alongside Gatwick on the A3. It seemed
he had his wife and little girl with him and been out for the day,
returning home his car had conked out and he had no idea why. It goes
without saying that he wasn't linked to any rescue service but was an old
customer of Rob. From what we all gathered from eavesdropping there was no
suggestion that the breakdown had anything to do with Rob but the vehicle
was a pile of crap to be honest and furthermore it wasn't even insured. The
guy was in deep doo doo and threw himself on Rob's mercy.

Ten minutes later it was decided, Rob and Paul were swanning off to rescue
this twit or to get his vehicle going, we were left to look after
ourselves. I don't think Peter and I minded, we were suffering a Rob and
Paul overload anyway and a nice quite night chilling would be
appreciated. By the time they got there and sorted the motor out they
estimated a couple of hours but promised to phone. We donned shorts and saw
them off like dutiful wives as they steamed off into the sunset heading
South.

Screech... I felt fine gravel spray against my bare leg and span
around. The ever cheerful Kevin was perched on his bike studying us. 'Bet
they're off to Gatwick,' he declared. 'Old Ross just phoned up my dad for a
rescue and dad put him onto Rob.'

'Good for dad,' I replied and gave him the once over. Yeah, very nice
(again), football shorts and a sleeveless t-shirt. 'Rob's gonna stuff him
with a bill, he's not that much of a Samaritan.'

'I don't blame him, time's money,' Kevin laughed. 'Saturday filming
finished? Having a nice quiet evening? League football on the goggle box.'

'Something like that.' It was then that Peter really put his foot in it as
we stood by the gate taking in the air and nattering as lads do.

'Film's done anyway,' he looked at me and smiled. 'Until the next one.'

'How did it go... good?' Kevin was like an overexcited schoolboy and I
sensed something. I know I'm not a radar technician and certainly not a
gayday boffin but there was something there. Under the right circumstances
this kid would play. How did I know that? Well, I bloody well didn't but I
felt it in my pee, how's that for scientific?

'Seen The Thief Lord?' I asked and Peter groaned.

'Never heard of it?'

'Wanna watch, we have the DVD and we need someone nice and small to beat
up, kick the shit out of and torture.' Yeah, I know. But we really did talk
like that amongst ourselves, we lads that is.

'Yeah, I don't mind,' he grinned. 'I ain't that little,' he stuck his chest
out like a stroppy little pidgeon.

'Stick the bike down the side.' I ordered and after he did that we trooped
into the living room or lounge. It was warm amd dusk was dusking as dusks
do so I just drew the curtains and left the patio dorrs ajar. Unlike the
previous evening this one was very warm and sultry. Once a WKD was plonked
in Kevin's hand he chilled. I reckoned he was a late thirteen or early
fourteen but he accepted the drink as if used to them and relaxed on the
sofa seated between myself and Peter.

'I saw you running around in your garden in your knickers,' he confided in
me in a low voice.

'Bully for you. They're cooler and we're not supposed to be overlooked.'

'I'm a Peeping Kevin,' he giggled.

'You must be,' I grinned studying Peter's back as he fiddled with the
DVD. I also casually gave Kevin a pat on his upper knee, just one of those
friendly ones you understand but as Paul told me, the first move is the
most important. If the first casual contact goes unremarked press on, if
your hand is brushed away you've got problems. Kevin just watched the
screen flickering to life.

'Nice music,' he commented as the film started.

'Nice boys as well,' Peter had to say something naff but that's Peter.

The thing started to roll and I could see that Kevin liked it, he was glued
to the screen and didn't even say anything when Peter and I kicked off our
trainers and removed our t-shirts. Mind you it was building to be one of
those hot and sweaty nights and a few minutes later he asked if I minded if
he removed his stuff. I just shrugged trying not to look too interested and
Peter smirked at the screen. We sat there like the famous three monkeys
watching the eye candy perform, I'd seen this so many time I could almost
recite the lines but didn't. I lay back in the sofa and ogled to be
blunt. I could see down Kevin's smooth dark skinned chest and his softly
rounded belly. A bit of a bulge but nothing outstanding unlike Peter who
must be having dirty thoughts. In fact, Kevin was like a slightly younger
version of Peter apart from the atrocious haircut, he looked a little like
one of those eighties American boys in the old pornos. The trouble with
thoughts like that they get you going and I crossed my legs to hide my
crotch which had started to perk. Shit indeed... so much for Mr Cool.

'Oh, fuck this. This place is like a sauna,' Peter burst out and
stood. 'Don't mind do you?' He spoke to Kevin and before the boy could
answer Peter peeled his shorts off and sat again clad just in his boxers.

'Your house,' Kevin's voice nearly broke in a squeak and he fumbled with
his goodies, Peter wasn't the only one sweaty down below.

'Yeah, fuck it,' I joined the fray and dropped my shorts as well. OK, so it
was all a bit rushed or 'pushing it' to be blunt but Kevin just kept his
eyes on the screen, the poor little sod probably thought he was surrounded
by idiots. I think it was then I decided to watch our film, we hadn't seen
it yet it was sitting on top of the old VHS machine they had.

'Good film,' Kevin pointedly drained his WKD and grinned. 'This place is
like a sauna.' Banzai, just what I was waiting for.

'You're amongst pals, Kev,' I gave his knee another squeeze and this time
he giggled and without standing shucked his shorts down to his knees and
then off over his feet.

God, he was gorgeous. Why, the Hell I have to keep saying that is beyond me
but he was, his boxers were tighter than mine and Peter's and his nice
little lump was perfectly visible. Mind you, it wasn't that little and he
fiddled it into place. I lay back and studied his back, it was a light nut
brown and flawless, I was so tempted to kiss his shoulders but resisted. I
settled for laying my arm on the back of the sofa and when he lay back the
next time he relaxed and lay back it was onto my arm.

'Woops, sorry,' he leapt like a startled deer.

'No probs,' I took the plunge and squeezed his shoulder. No move, no
objection and I saw his head follow Peter as he walked into the kitchen for
more booze. Our boy was interested but I was still iffy, I didn't want to
cock up... well, I did but you know what I mean.

'What time are the others coming back?' He moved against my arm seeming to
snuggle in.

'Rob said they'd phone... I suppose it depends what the problem is.'

'Right,' he looked up as Peter presented him with another bottle and I
cringed, even I could see Peter's bloated noodle and pubics through the
slit in his boxers. Thankfully he wasn't hard but you could hardly miss it
but Kevin didn't falter, he accepted the drink with a polite thank you.

'A quiz,' Peter spoke as he sat himself down again. I looked at him, he was
taking the lead and he surprised me, the follower was becoming the leader
but I didn't mind. By my devious thinking if he ballsed thing up I'd be
Kevin's natural protector. How's that for complicated thinking.

'Go on,' I looked down at Kevin's crotch but still couldn't see anything.

'Tom Tom, if you were going to do some porn with one of the boys, which one
would you choose.' Jeez, what a question. There was a stony silence for a
moment before I replied.

''Prosper, I guess, I like him.'

'Riccio,' Kevin surprised us both. 'Buuuuuut... depends what you mean by
porn.'

I looked across at Peter and he winked. Well, he'd opened a right can of
worms now so we may as well press on. 'Snogging and groping, I suppose,' I
volunteered.

''Sex,' Peter growled raising a giggle from Kevin.

'Who do you fancy then, Pete?' Kevin stretched his brown legs and at last I
got just the briefest glimpse of his dark pubics. That was as good as
nearly scoring.

'The Thief Lord, Scipio.'

'Yeah, he's dishy,' Kevin agreed making both Peter and myself cough and
splutter over our drinks. 'How did your film turn out by the way.'

'Dunno, haven't seen it yet.'

'This is about to finish,' Kevin hinted. 'We could have a peep, a sort of
Leicester Square Premier.'

'Have we got to dress up?' I asked.

'Dress down,' Peter grinned and then fell silent as the film drew to it's
close.

'Great film.' Kevin grinned and adjusted himself again. 'I was thinking
about getting down and dirty wirth Riccio,' he siad quietly and
smirked. Boy, this kid was a bundle of surprises and he was really pushing
it.

'You haven't got it in you,' Peter sneered and I dived over to the
machine. I knew exactly what Peter's game was and I'd play along. Kevin was
halfway there, we had him down to his boxers, he was getting excited and
like any kid he wouldn't know when to stop. A bit like Peter and myself in
a way, the boy was like a slightly shopworn virgin just awaiting the final
push.

'Betcha,' Kevin snapped which was also totally predictable.

'We show you this film and there's no talking about it, no gossip or we
come around and kill you and massacre your rabbit,' Peter looked suitably
grim.

'Whatever, you've got to have more than one for a massacre anyway. ' Kevin
flapped his arm and this time I did see it quite plainly. The slit in his
boxer's gaped and I saw his brown and dare I say semi erect boy cock
nestling in the cotton. Just a glimpse but enough to get me going. I rigged
the VHS up in place of the DVD and stuck the tape in.

'Go on then,' Kevin croaked as we both moved in on him and squeezed in,
there was no going back now and that's when the phone rang.

'Fuck it,' I burst out and reached out for the phone trying to hold my now
fully hard penis inside my boxers. Both Peter and Kevin giggled and I
cursed them as I picked the phone up.

'Who you swearing at, buddy?' It was Rob.

'Peter and Kevin acting like tarts.'

'Yeah... right,' he sounded tired. 'Who's Kevin?'

'You know him by sight, he's been in watching The Thief Lord.'

'Oh, right... Is he, er... you know?'

'Could be.'

'Right,' Rob seemed to make a decision. 'We've got Ross going at last. Paul
and I will escort him home and go down the Arndale Centre for a couple of
drinks, it was bloody hot and dirty on that bloody motorway. That leaves
you three hours with your buddy if he can stay out.'

'I think he'll want to, we were going to let him see what we did this
afternoon.'

'Jeez,' I hope you know what you're doing.'

'Ninety five percent.'

'I prefer a hundred but it's upto you.' He seemed to have a brief chat to
someone who was probably Paul. 'We'll be home around eleven thirty and I
want to hear all about it. Be careful and get lucky,' he switched off his
mobile and I was left listening to an empty line.

'They're taking Ross home and going out for a drink. Rob says they'll be
home before midnight,' I announced and saw the smile mount Peter's face.

'Come on,' Kevin tried to grab the remote.

'Hold still, infant,' I grabbed him but this time made sure my hand landed
in his fork and I felt it. The semi erect tube of flesh inside his
boxers. He wasn't hard but he wasn't far removed... in a word, he was ripe
and so were both Peter and myself.

'Naughty,' he giggled.

The tape rolled and it was very good for an amateur movie. One visitor
arrives in a supposed cab and is greeted by host. Five minutes of bollocks
and then the meat where we get down to our underwear and into the
bed. Kevin was all agog (love that word). He leant forward to see better
and I ran my hand down his smooth back and he didn't even flinch. When I
started my wank routine, he glanced and me and grinned. When Peter did his
supposed wake up and we started a mutual wank and blow poor Kevin nearly
wet his knickers.

'Dirty sods,' he squealed but he was lost. Peter's hands snaked down and
slipped straight into Kevin's boxers and the boy just sat there as Peter
fondled him and finally extracted a respectable stiffy through the
fly. 'Peter...' he groaned half a protest but was mesmerised by the sight
of Peter going on all fours and oiling up my erection. When Peter also
applied the lube to his hole Kevin groaned. 'I can't believe this...'

'Told you it'd be too strong for a kid,' Peter spoke across to me.

'Bollocks,' Kevin sniggered and lay back into my arm and let Peter handle
his now fully exposed cock. It was a nice one and only slightly smaller
than mine which as you know was just smaller than Peter's. Peter ran the
boy's dark foreskin up and over the shiny glans extracting just the
smallest droplet of milky white fluid.  'Jeeeez...' Kevin gasped as I took
position and started to fuck, doggy for starters, then on our sides and
then face to face and with some decent close ups as well. 'Stop, stop,'
Kevin brushed Peter's hand away, you're gonna make me cum... anyway...' He
glanced at me.  'Tom wants a go.'

Deary me, that kid was bold but I wasn't going to pass on this I held his
hot cock in my hand and a second later he reached out with both hands and
took me in one and Peter in the other. We followed the fim through to the
end and when Peter and I split for the final visible cum as Rob called it
Kevin sagged. I could see the gleam of precum on the tip of his penis and
even a smear beginning to run. This boy really was on top line, we had to
get down to it before he spunked all over the carpet.

'Told you, you couldn't do that sort of stuff,' Peter continued to push.

'I could do what Tom did to you but I'd fuck you properly,' Kevin
threatened. I looked at Peter and he grinned. The End Game was in sight.

'You got to rush off home?' I asked casually.'

'Nah,' he laughed. 'Not until midnigjht Saturday.'

'Wanna come upstairs?'

'Only if I get to shag someone,' Kevin reddened a bit but he had his mind
made up. 'No pictures though.'

'No pictures,' I agreed and coaxed him to stand in front of me and slowly
tugged his boxers down. He stood with a dreamy look on his face as his
hardness popped free and jutted upwards. I took him into my mouth holding
his slender body as he sagged and then Peter who was on heat like a bloody
cat hustled us up the stairs. I've got to say I'd had a good feel of
Kevin's smooth bottom and the Americanism 'bubble butt' said it all. It was
pure pervy poetry, a bottom to die for. We'd made the bed so the room
didn't look too messed and Kevin nearly had another of his turns as Peter
jumped into the centre of the bed and crouched on all fours in the classic
doggy.

'I dunno how to do this,' Kevin mumbled but reached out and stroked Peter's
smooth flanks, all the same he tittered as he ran one finger up Peter's
sweaty crack.

'But you want to?' I prompted.

'Yeah,' he whispered.

'Kneel up behind him.' I did all the work, I annointed Peter's twitching
little fanny, I lubed Kevin's jerking cock and then nudged them
together. 'Just take it easy, no rough stuff.'

'OK.' Kevin lay on Peter's back and I saw his shining hardness slip between
Peter's cheeks and then there was a bit of a fumble and a very self
satisfied sigh as he pushed in. Peter groaned but he'd taken bigger than
this and pushed back onto Kevin's boyish thrustings. I didn't hang around
either, I oiled up and mounted the bed behind them. Before Kevin knew what
had hit him I had a finger in his hole and he squealed and wriggled but he
was between a rock and a hard place. If he freed himself from my finger
he's lose Peter and that he didn't want.

He soldiered on taking his time and savouring the experience and maybe he
even liked the finger inside as he made a little disappointed moan as I
withdrew it. I parted his cheeks for a quick peep at his shiny dark skinned
pucker and moved in.

'Tom, Tom... don't... please,' he moaned but he was too taken with Peter
and when I pentrated him I did it slowly and carefully and then it was all
over. 'You bastard, gonna shag you for this,' he snarled as I slowly moved
in and out of his beautuifully tight and slick hole. He accepted me at last
and we worked up a movement so that as he drove into Peter I drove into
him, we went on our sides and continued and when he cum inside Peter, Peter
sprayed his own mess of spuink all over his belly and slipped free. I kept
going, as Kevin moaned and groaned I span him around so that we were face
to face and then really made love to his tight little arse.

He clung to me moaning and with his mouth open as I plugged him good but
not too hard and his relaxed boy cock started to stiffen up again as I
reached my climax. At the end I must have flooded him as my cum was oozing
from his hole and he lay there like a dead boy but maybe more a beautiful
youthful corpse with a slight smile on his dark face.

'Told you I could do it,' he grinned up at me squeezing the last little
trickle from his softening penis and pulling a face. .

'The thing is... can you do it again?' I glanced at my watch and reached
out to scoop up the final silvery thread. 'Yummy.'.

'Bend over, you dirty bastard,' he laughed. 'They don't call me Mr
Shagathon for nothing.'

I had my doubts but crouched in the centre of the bed as he wanked himself
to another hardon and I spotted Peter doing the same. Maybe Kevin didn't
realise that in a threesome if you fuck twice you get fucked twice but he
was about to find out.



				  THE END



Sorry, I got carried away with this one. These kids are such sluts you just
can't stop them.  So much for the four parter 'job and finish'. I also have
a vague Chapter Six bubbling under.  GCutter66@gmail.com