Date: Sun, 9 Nov 2008 01:22:23 +0000
From: Gary Cutter <gcutter66@gmail.com>
Subject: FARMING AT CHEDDAR

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
in real life. You must be above the Age of Consent in your particular
geopolitical area to read this sort of stuff and you should NEVER allow
minors access but you knew that.

I normally prefer to write in First Person (frowned on by the more
technical authors) but I write as I like. I do like to try and approach the
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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FARMING AT CHEDDAR



by



G. Cutter



I was looking forward to my long summer holiday, I'd done a year at Bristol
University and that had been a strenuous year I might add but now I was
just about on top of things and could look forward to a nice long break.
Forget about the Uni, forget about the arseholes who seemed to be in the
majority and get back home to meeting some real people. By that I mean the
village boys I knew and some schoolies who would be going through the
process I'd completed over a year ago.

One little event on the horizon had at first dismayed me but then perked my
interest. My family came of old farming stock and I was the odd man out by
going onto further education. Most of my clan got through their secondary
schooling and went straight onto the land, I'd gone in the other direction,
I loved the countryside but didn't really fancy slogging my nuts off for
peanuts to be quite honest. I had an interest in photography and graphic
art, hence the University.

Anyway, 'the event' as I'd called it was that my father had finally wound
up his small holding, he'd sold half his acreage and put the money into a
campsite. A toilet block with showers, some concrete hardpads for caravans
and enough open space to accomodate the tents of hikers passing through and
campers visiting the nearby Cheddar Gorge and Mendip Hills. This was his
first season and from his letter he was upto his eyeballs in it. Of course
mum had decided to do holiday rents on two of the rooms in the farmhouse
itself to people she called 'paying guests'.

Dad said he had a lad from a nearby village helping him but my assistance
was needed, nay, required. I was invited home for a working holiday under
pain of death and curiously enough I was looking forward to it. If I
couldn't swag some junior meat on a bloody camp site where the hell could
I? That was a rhetorical question by the way, no prizes for the correct
answer.

So, came the day, came the man. I got in my bashed up old car complete with
cameras and some study work and was on my way home after saying goodbye to
a few friends... and also dishing out a few leaflets my old man had sent
me. I lived just outside Weare, which is a village just to the south of
Cheddar Resevoir and a couple of hours drive from Bristol straight down the
A38. Not a bad drive and very pleasant to get free of the University for a
whole thirteen weeks. I'd checked dad's site out on line and was thankful,
he, at least, had the sense to get a pal of his to get him a dot com up and
running. It all sounded very atractive but like everything in the West
Country was totally dependent on the weather. Luckily, of late, we'd had
some stonkling summers and this one seemd to be going the same way. I was
driving along rather too slowly dreaming of sun bronzed semi naked teenies
(of the male variety) when I was rudely awoken by a lorry overtaking me and
giving me a hoot and a finger... that livened me up a bit.

I was home by three driving down the rutted cart track that led to our farm
and dad's new camping setup. He'd set it up well, a main gate with a height
barrier a sort of sentry box arrangement and a dusky sklinned female with
long legs going all the way upto her bum... sorry, I got carried away
there.  There was this scruffy, gypsyish kid of around fifteen or sixteen
on duty looking rather vacant but a picture for all that. Long, unkempt
black shoulder length hair, a shirt unbuttoned to the waist displaying a
beautifully brown smoothy chest and a pair of cut off jeans showing lower
legs just as brown as his chest. I drove just inside and parked up looking
from the window as he sauntered across.

'Afternoon, zur,' he spoke in a thick country accent and gave me a
smile. 'Can I help you?'

'I'm sure you could,' I grinned looking pointedly at his groin almost level
with my eyes. 'I'm Micky Frost. I thought I'd have a look at the place
before reporting into dad.'

'Oh, right.' I noted he'd dropped the 'zur' and he stood back as I got from
the car. He was a tasty morsel and I wondered where the hell dad had found
him, he was a stranger to me and I thought I knew every bit of boy meat in
a five mile circle. 'Mr Frost is probably having an afternoon nap, we
haven't got many incoming today.'

'What about strangers who just roll up?'

'Not many of them, most people organise beforehand. The hikers might build
up later in the season but Mr Frost is trying to get a portacabin for those
daft enough not to have their own tents.

'You seem on top of it... er?'

'Joshua, Joshua Clements from Lower Weare.'

'Pleased to meet you Joshua, do you mind Josh? Call me Mick by the way.'

'Call me what you like,' he grinned, '...Mick,' he seemd to roll my name
around his teeth. he had a nice smile, an infectious smile, I could get to
like Josh a lot if he gave me the chance.

'Gonna show me around, I've been up in Bristol for the last nine months.'

'Follow me. Master,' he bobbed a bow and gave a wide grin again. I think he
was trying to take the micky out of Micky or maybe he was retarded. Time
would tell.

Dad had told me but he'd kept the big field closest to the farm which
sloped away gently to quite a big pond fed by a spring and draining away to
the east. It had been pastureland in the past and was ideal for it's
current use. He'd put in around ten or possibly a dozen hard standings for
caravans and cars each having it's own electricity and water
supply. Toilets were their own problem as they were provided the other end
of the field. Josh told me a septic sucker came around once a week for any
mobile homes that may have their own sewage tanks. Other than that charming
subject they also had the use of a small shop which sold bare essentials at
an exhorbitant price I noticed. I had the fear that it might be called 'Ye
Shoppe' or something similar but I was happy to be wrong on that one. It
had another youngster manning it but Josh said that that lad only did nine
'til around four.  The bulk of the field was made up of tent space and
there were clumps of tents sprinkled around some two man pup tents with a
sprinkling of the family affairs. I saw kids messing around down by the
pond and wandered over as Josh did the grand tour guide.

'Lot's of kids,' I commented.

'A fair few,' he admitted. 'Most of the older ones tend to get out rambling
and cycling and return here in the evening.'

'Older ones?' My ears pricked up.

'Teenies,' he explained.

'Ah... so what time do you work to, Josh?'

Around five but I normally wander about in the evening just in case anyone
wants anything.'

'What time do you go home then?' I asked recalling that Lower Weare was a
fair distance away unless he had a moped or similar.

'I stay here during the week and just go home Friday nights... it doesn't
fuss me,' he looked at me and smiled as I indicated we sit down to watch
the kids splashing around. 'Mr Frost, your dad that is has an old caravan
in the barn which I use, they feed me plus I've got the toilets and showers
if I want so I'm quite happy just stooging around.'

Good for you,' I nodded. Good news there, he slept on site, clearly on his
own in an old caravan, definitely a boy worth making friends with. He had
to be fifteen at least and maybe sixteen which was no great difference from
my nineteen.

'He's going to lose them in a minute,' he nodded towards a little blond
angel who had his waterlogged skimpies heading south. The thin material was
virtually invisible on the kids slender frame and you could see what he had
to offer and I mean everything, he may as well have been naked. Most of the
others were in underwear rather than proper swimwear and I could have sat
there ogling them all afternoon but duty called.

'Sweet.'

'Aren't they,' he giggled. 'Gaolbait.' Not quite the sort of thing I
expected from a country boy. These were little boys, not teeny girls after
all.

'Only if they tell,' I murmured wondering if he'd pick up on it.

He did. He laughed and a blush crept over his dark almost Romany face.

'What do you do with yourself in the evenings?' I asked. 'It must get
boring sitting in a caravan.'

'I've got a radio and an old TV your dad gave me. Sometimes the older boys
have a kickaround later on... there's things to do.'

'Ever make friends with any of them?' This was pure pumping you understand.

'I try and stay friends with everyone,' he fielded very smoothly.

'How old are you, Josh, if you don't mind me asking?'

'Sixteen and you're nineteen I'm told.'

'Spot on. Tell you what... if you ever fancy a drive out at night for a few
drinks I don't mind taking you,' I looked at him eyeball to eyeball sort of
thing trying to radiate goodwill and honesty... Yeah! 'I could get bored
here, I think I've outgrown most of my old friends.'

'I don't mind,' he replied quietly. 'It's nice to have someone to shoot the
breeze to now and then.'

'All fixed,' I grinned and stood. I held my hand out and grasped his
pulling his to his feet, his hand was firm and warm and as he rose his eyes
met mine again. We both smiled. 'I'd better go over and see dad. I'll catch
you later?'

'I'll be in for dinner around six.'

'I'll see you then.'

That was it, we walked back to the gate and he resumed his sentry go as I
drove around the side of the site to the entrance to the farm. Things had
changed there, we still kept chickens in a shed and a couple of goats
wandering around probably more as litter pickers than anything else but all
the machinery was gone apart from one old tractor. I had a peep into the
old barn and saw Josh's caravan tucked away in the corner. An ideal spot
for a bit of nooky and I had a feeling that he may be up for some slap and
tickle, he may go for a bit Double Em, the mutual masurbation but whether
he'd go past that was anyone's guess. That was for him to know and me to
find out as the saying goes. Mind you a fallback plan was to watch the barn
from my bedroom window which wa easy enough and when I saw him head for the
showers follow him over, at least I'd get to see him in the raw,
hopefuilly.

Mum and dad were welcoming, I got a bit of stick for missing the last
holiday but they seemed pleased that I'd come home in their hour of need as
dad put it. We had a good natter and I was told that bookings were far in
excess of what had been expected and they actually had a waiting list for
the hardstands. Dad was busy organising for another four which should see
him through this summer at least. As mum prepared supper I got changed and
dumped my gear in my old room.

'I offered Josh to take him into Weare for a couple of shandies later on,'
I volunteered the information to my dad.

'Ah, you got on OK then?'

'Yeah, he seems a bright enough kid.'

'Dunno what I would have done without him,' my dad confessed. 'He's not
working so he's here for the whole season, I don't think he gets on too
well with his family.'

'Ah, gotcha.' i nodded.

'We do him a breakfast, sandwiches lunchtime and a cooked meal in the
evening. He eats with us and he's a very well mannered boy which may sound
surprising in this day and age.'

'Good for him.' I tried not to sound too enthusiastic, young Joshua
Clements was sounding more attractive by the minute.

We finished up eating together, that was Josh and myself with my
parents. The talk was mainly of the site, there were no problems on the
horizon other than keeping track of the odd campers who tried to avoid
paying. They did this by entering the field and setting up without booking
in and that was easy enough. Part of this was due to a public road which
edged one side of the field, which Josh suggested we could festoon with
barbed wire, not a very smart idea with so many kids around. For the
present they got a pass when they paid and were required to display or show
on demand, a bit like the 'pay and display' car parks. I suggested a sticky
on logo that they had to stick on their actual tent which created a talking
point at least.

Dad had also bad weather to lok out for. Our part of the country had seen
two good summers burt there was more rain forecast and it tended to be
briefer but much heavier. In previous downpours the bottom end of our field
had flooded extending the pond so dad was working out a emergency flood
plan. The caravans and mobile homes shouldn't be affected as they were on
higher ground but the wandering campers would. The quickest and easiest
'disaster management' would be for anyone concerned to decamp to the
farmhouse and yard where they were on the highest ground of the site and
also have the shelter of the old barn and assorted sheds. As Josh said the
kids could also play with the chickens and ducks not to mention the
resident goat.

Anyway, we had a lot of this sort of stuff and eventually we split. My
mother to clean up after the meal, my dad to have a wander around the site
and do his p.r. and myself and the increasingly eatable Josh to drive to
Weare for a couple of drinks and maybe a game of pool in one of the pubs
there. We were early enough to beat the rush but as I remembered the pub I
had in mind was pretty quiet apart from a few local lads and sure enough it
was. Josh knew a few of the younger, probably schoolies and I vaguely knew
a few of the older so we eased our way into the small mob quite easily. We
played pool against each other and then in partnership and left around ten
for the drive home. It had been a pleasant interlude and not too damaging
to the pocket as much to my surprise Josh had dosh (like it?). It hadn't
been part of my plan to get him sozzled and rip his knickers off although
the thought had occured, I had the funniest of feelings that he was on my
wavelength. Nothing definite and I'm not claiming gaydar but I just had
that feeling. The manneruisms, the looks and the sometimes rather camp
things he came out with. It might have been all in the mind but I was
hoping not. I'd purchased a six pack so we could have a nightcap either
sitting in the barn or his caravan, it was a warm enough night... a night
made for lovers, he, he! That was an evil chuckle by the way, maybe, ho,
ho, like Father Pervo cuming down chimneys... now that is sick.

I drove into the yard and all was quiet, the lights in the house were off
and I then realised I was back home. My parents always went to bed around
ten thirty but they were usually up around five in the morning for the
milking, mind you that was all finished now and the milking shed was now
gutted, yet another barn my dad had to find a use for.

'Come on,' Josh whispered excitedly as if we were a pair of kids breaking
some rules. 'There's got to be something on the goggle box.'

Ho hum, all I needed, a teeny glued to a television whilst I was trying my
seduction bit aided by canned West Country Ale. Perhaps he wouldn't notice
when I got inside his scruffy jeans and started tearing lumps out of his
arse with my teeth... that was the imagination having a brief moment there
by the way.

'Fine, I'm not tired anyway,' I tailed him into his little den and once
again he surprised me. It was clean and tidy which just isn't normal for a
sixteen year old kid living on his own. It seemed to be reasonably dust
free and surfaces had been polished, I could smell the stuff. No dirty
laundry strewn around and a big bed at the end neatly made up... it was a
damn sight tidier than my old room up in Bristol.

'Make yourself at home,' he flopped down one side of the small centre table
and I on the other, we had his bed to one side and then the door and a
space that used to be a kitchen the other. This is where his radio and
television were laid out. In fact, with the shortness of the thing he could
quite easily watch his television from his bed. Certainly not a 'van for a
living in long term but suitable for a kid (just about) and most certainly
suitable for entertaining a close companion. I wondered idly if he'd
managed to swag any of these young footballers he'd mentioned. I know from
experience that when you reach that thirteen and upwards stage a dark
skinned gypsy type with a caravan is a babe magnet as well as a boy magnet.

'Do you get many visitors?' I asked trying to be tactful and nosey at the
same time, I slid a can across the tiny table and kicked my trainers
off. It was hot and I could see a beading of sweat on his upper
lip. Perhaps he was as on edge as I was.

'Just one so far, you're the second,' he smiled. he clicked a remote and
the televsion flickered on but he kept the volume down and then turned the
lights down so that the 'van was just lit by the coloured screen, we sat in
semi darkness supping our beers. I lifted my leg and rested my stockinged
foot between his knees on the opposite seat. He looked across the table at
me quite calmly and then slightly flushed probably with the beer and the
warmth closed his knees on my foot.

I looked back at him straight faced, no triumphanrt yells or cheers just
acceptance that I'd made the first move and so far no shrieks or panics. In
fact, his knees closed on my foot and squeezed. I moved m,y foor to and fro
and he suddenly moved closer to the table opening his legs so that my foot
rested right on his crotch. I smiled and pressed into his warmth and he
grinned back. We were off.

'That's nice,' he murmured taking hold of my foor and then running his hand
up my lower leg stroking my bare skin under my combats. His hand was warm
and firm on my flesh and he moved my leg up and down so that my foot was
making wanking movements against his bulky groin. I could feel his
stiffness through the thin socks. 'I thought a foot massage was something
else,' he giggled flush with beer and hopefully with the pleasure of
finding a playmate. 'Meeting a Kindred Spirit at the End of the
World'... it sounds like a Booker Prize title and Cheddar Resevoir isn't
exactly the end of the world but I was in one of those silly moods.

'Foot massages are done flesh on flesh,' I croaked.

'Indeedy,' he grinned and peeled my sock off and stroked my foot before
replacing it onto his jean clad crotch.

'Unzip.'

He wriggled about on his seat and I heard the zip of his jeans part and
then my foot was replaced onto warm cotton and now I could feel his stiff
mass and the heat it generated. 'Flesh on flesh?' He looked at me raising
his eyebrows.

I just nodded and then he did it, another shuffle and then I felt the
direct warmth and hardness of his erection against the sole of my foot. It
was so hot and so hard as I gently rubbed my bare foot up and down. 'Foot
sex,' I muttered and he moved up even closer slowly moving his hips so that
he was fucking against the bottom of my foot... so fuckin' weird but
nice. I could even feel his foreskin moving on it's hard inner and he was
losing it, his eyes were sparkly and his mouth parted as he sucked warm air
in and hunped like a mongrel against a boy's leg.

'I could cum like this,' he sped up holding my foot firmly against his
hardness.

'You could cum better if you lay out on the bed.' I looked across at him
and said my piece. 'A blow job trumps a foot fuck.'

'Really?' He grinned and abrubtly stood. His solid meat jerked free and
stared at me, it was thick and hard, bigger than I'd have thought on a
slender boy as he was but a bead of white hovered at it's tip. 'You
wanna...'

'Yeah,' I reached out and grasped his warm spike dragging him to the bed
and spreading him out in the centre. I knelt by his side tugging his jeans
and briefs down and then his shirt up baring him from his perky little
nipples down to his knees. His erection twitched on his belly rooted in a
tight curly black pubic bush. He looked at me goggle eyed as I propped up
his hot cock with two fingers and slowly slurped the creamy droplet from
his pee slit and then lapped over and around his dark red lump. He gasped
and held my head as I smiled at him again and then dropped my head
swallowing his hardness as far as I could and then started to bob my head
up and down. He tasted nice, creamy and thick cum oozed from his slit
directly into my mouth and I jiggled his nuts as he pumped up into my
mouth. He wouldn't last, they never do first time around but I forgave him,
the night was young and the second and third would last longer.

As I sucked and he pumped I reached around and under clasping his soft
bottom clenching now and then but generally filling my hands with soft,
smooth and warm resilient flesh. Springy one moment, tense the next but
totally, oh so totally fuckable. I had to have this kid.  As he got hotter
and sweatier I toyed with his ring and he didn't seem to object so with one
firm thrust I pronged him deep and started to finger fuck him and massage
that all important gland. He moaned and threshed about still vigorously
fucking my eager mouth and then he let it blow.

A low moan and a tightening of his grip on my head heralded his cum.

Boy, what a cum. I diidn't know how long he'd been bottling it but he
ejaculated like a horse. I could feel his hot cock throb in my mouth and
then the choking and gasping as my mouth was filled with his sweet slime. I
gulped it down to receive another and another. I couldn't swallow it all
and finished up lazily sucking his softening penis with his cum drooling
from my mouth into his crisp black pubics... but he was happy.

'Jeez, that was fantastic,' he whispered and ruffled my hair.'This is
better,' I rubbed the spilt cum into his belly and grasped his softening
cock giving it a slow wank and he tensed probably with the soreness of his
glans but giggled as I started to kiss up his belly working my way upto his
hard titties. He moaned with pleasure as I rubbed against him bearing in
mind I was still fully dressed, he made a grab for my crotch feeling my own
hardness through the thin material of my cargoes and giggled again as I
kissed his throat. Suddenly he pulled back a little and looked at me
seriously for a moment and then a smile appeared. 'Go on then,' he
whispered. 'I've never kissed a guy before.'

That was it, a nod's as good as a wink rto a blind parrot or whatever the
expression is. I gently lay my cum smeared lips on his and he hesitanrtly
returned the kiss allowing his lips to part as my tongue begged entry. A
few long minutes later we breathlessly parted sucking in much needed
air. 'Nice,' I gently held his lower lip in my teerth.

'Wow,' he unzipped the front of my cargoes. 'No...' he pushed me
away. 'Let's get naked... wanna?'

'Anything you want, I want.'

'I want to have sex with you,' he grinned. 'You can't have sex with
yourself.'

'Don't get complicated,' I sat up and peeled my shirt off and then tugged
his from him, together we got rid of his tatty jeans and my cargoes and
then the briefs. Naked together we hugged each other rolling around until I
was on my back and he lay on me humping his rehardening cock against my
raging hardon.

'Does baby wanna blow?' He looked at me and grinned.

'I know what I do want,' I ground against him clasping his soft bottom and
squashing the relaxed muscles.

'Later,' he smiled. 'I want to do something for you first,' he ducked his
head and grasped my erection holding it straight up into the air. 'You're
oozing,' he swiped his tongue across the glans and pulled a face. 'Gotta
get better,' he smirked and then sank his wetly hot mouth over my swollen
glans and then his lips began to move up and down my shaft as he tongued
the head until I clutched him and began to slowly move to and fro into his
suction. I wouldn't say he was an expert but practice makes perfect and he
was trying and his remark about sex was driving me on. He wanted me and I
wanted him, that was enough for our first date and if we both scored before
the night was out so much the better.

As he sucked he got his hands under me and I felt his fingers fumbling for
my hole, I opened my legs and he slowly worked his forefinger inside me and
returned my favour of earlier. I squirmed and groaned as he pushed all the
right buttons and managed to get most of me into his mouth and down to his
gullet. 'I'm gonna...'

'Nnngh...' he choked and gobbled as I felt my erection jerk and then throb
in his mouth squirting my creamy goo straight down his throat. He
spluttered and gagged but he managed to stay on it sucking and slurping
like a kid with a stick of rock in his mouth. 'Blody 'ell,' he finally
gasped rolling aside and then clinging me and bringing his face upto
mine. 'You can taste your's now.' We lay there comfortable and at ease with
each other now naked and lit by the flickering television. Eventually he
slipped off the bed and turned the damn thing off and then the lights just
leaving the small lamp above the bed on, just enough to see what we were
doing.

''You are staying the night,' he looked at me and smiled. 'We have
unfinished business.'

'If you want me to,' I lay there and grinned. 'Of course he wanted me to,
that's what he'd just said. He hadn't asked a question, he'd made a
statement.

'Of course,' he laughed softly. 'Your mum showed me some pictures of you
when you were at school, I knew then I was going to like you and as soon as
you rolled up at the gate earlier I knew we were going to do it.'

'After a rest,' I hugged him and we sliipped under the bedding. It was
getting chilly as it does at nights in the country but we were snug as bugs
in the proverbial rug and I was going to make love to this beautiful scruff
and he was going to do me.

'Love your bum,' he whispered as he snuggled up against me. Ok, so not all
that romantic but it was pretty clear statement of intent. I just wriggled
back onto his thickening but still soft mass... give it an hour.

My prediction wasn't far wrong, mind you, with the travel and beer I was
just about dropping off when I felt the softness to my rear begin to
harden. I wriggled my bottom and pushed back to be rewarded with a
satisfied sigh and a hand reaching around grasping my own hardeness, then I
felt warm breath on the side of my neck and the softeness of lips and the
flicker of his wet tongue.

'I'm so hard,' he whined and I felt his hot meat roughly push up into my
crack. Another little wriggle and he was in position and actually pressing
against my pucker. I was banking on sweat and his very obvious dribbling
when he pushed.

'Put some spit on it.' I muttered drawing away just a little.

'Sorry. I can do better than that,' I felt him reaching out and a moment
later his fingers were into my crack probing for my hole. A smooth push and
he had one finger inside me moving to and fro, he'd found some lube
somewhere, it seemed he was one jump ahead and as I felt his finger
withdraw after the briefest of probes it was replaced by his slippery
glans. A bit more movement and I felt it press against me.

I gasped as it parted my pucked and I felt the oiled knob lodge in me. God
knows why they all seem so manageable but when push came to shove they feel
like bloody great logs. I clenched my teeth but he was gentle and he took
his time although he was determined enough and I could feel his hot cock
gradually fill me until I felt his belly nestle in the small of my back and
his pubics press against my bottom.

'Fantastic,' he breathed and started to slowly move. 'My first boy.'

'I thought you said you'd had someone in here before.'

'Yeah, he did me and then he did a runner... rat!'

'In that case, enjoy,' I grunted and pushed back onto his slow thrusts
feeling quite happy to be his first shag. Everyone remembers his first be
it for good reasons or bad, I was determined to make his memories good
ones. 'Nice and hard, nice firm thrusts.'

'Yes, Boss,' he giggled and wrapping his arms around me went for it. I went
onto my belly and he shuffled between my legs still moving. He wasn't going
to pop instantly, I'd just drained him so I set myself out to make him
enjoy what he was upto.

''Keep in tight,' I instructed,' I reached back grabbing his moving
hips. 'When I turn and lift my leg you move the other way and get under...'

'What?'

'Just do it,' I laughed. 'We should finish up face to face.'

'OK,,' he muttered doubtfully but it worked. I ended up on my back and he
was on top. I had my legs in the air but lowered then onto his back
grabbing his neck and dragging his face to mine for a kiss.

'Now fuck me, Mr Short, Dark and Handsome.' He did, I felt his speed up and
as he kissed I transferred my hands to his smooth chest running them from
his sticky out nipples to his belly and crisp pubic bush muttering
encouragement as he pumped away. Enough of his belly, I moved my hands
again clasping his sweaty and slick buttocks as they moved driving his
solid six deep into my well loosened arse. For a first timer he was good
and he was getting there, he was really hard now and beginning to grunt and
groan, he was on the verge of climax, his first inside another male and
that was me.

'Aaaaaah...' He let out a strangled wail and mashing his lips onto mine so
that our teeth clicked he rammed in hard and I felt his penis swell and
then the pumping that heralded the warm splashes and incredible sensation
of another youth spending himself in your body. Pretty standard for a girl
I suppose to have a lover cum inside them but a one off for a boy and a
sensation that only topped by the reverse... work that one out. I was
getting carried away with his meaty cock exploding inside me and I just lay
there loving the feel and the easing as he now moved on a coating of his
own spunk. Yeah, Josh had just been voted my Number One boy. 'That was
something else,' he gazed down at me sparly eyed and slowly moved his cum
drenched spike in my hot, smooth and highly desireable bottom... Well, I
had to give myself a plug although at that moment in time and space I had
one and it was still hot and hard within me.

'Nice one, Josh.' You always say something completely trite at moments like
that and that was my standard, it was enoguh to bring a happy smile to his
face and he made a couple of more moved before gently withdrawing leaving
an void which would be filled again before the night was over, I was quite
determined there but first...

As he lay there alongside me coated with a fine sweat I wiped him down and
gently nuzzled his neck rubbing my own hardon up against his thigh.

'Was I alright?'

'You were perfect mon petite cabbage.'

'What?'

'It's what Hercule Poirot says when he tops Captain Hastings and stop
fishing for compliments.' I turned him towards me and pulled him in closely
feeding my stiffness between his thighs whereon he promptly clamped on me
and grinned.

'Gonna do the dirty.'

'Gonna make love to you, Joshua Clements from Lower Weare. Slowly, gently
and then savagely.' I growled and mouthed his neck doing my Dracula
impersonation, it raised a little squeal but he quite happily allowed me to
bear him onto his back and move between his legs. Almost automatically he
parted then and raised them partway allowing access to his honeypot,
pucker, boy fanny, call it what you will. One thing was for sure and that
was I was going to sheath my aching and drooling hardness in his sweaty
tunnel of love.

'Come on,' he whispered and drew his knees right back to his chest exposing
his tautly spread bottom.

I got myself into a kneeling position and carefully positioning myself
slowly pushed on a smear of precum and his sweat and penetrated his moist
hole quite freely but once my glans was lodged he clamped on me and I
groaned at the tightness, his heat and the pleasure that he gave. His last
little romancer might have been a ratshit fuckpig but Josh had learnt well
and as I pushed he relaxed and tightened on me as I started to move in and
out. He was good sex, enough said, he might be a boy from the backwoods or
the Mendip Hills to be more accurate but I'd put him up against any of the
skanks I'd tied up with in Bristol,. He was hot and sweaty but that added
to the pleasure and soon we were rumping away madly and perspiration was
flying everywhere . As soon as I was all the way in his legs clamped onto
my back and he started to pull himself onto my fuicking begging me to go
harder and faster and I did.

How the hell I didn't have a heart atack was anyone's guess but I fucked my
little black heart out into his tight yet slick boy fanny and when I
finally came into his oozing hole it was the mother of all cums. He groaned
and held me in place tightly as I voided what seemed like my soul in
searing blasts of thick white spunk up and into his body. Exhausted at last
we clung to each other and I stayed in slowly moving in and out of his
battered bottom.

'I feel like I've been raped and pillaged,' he whispered dreamily as he
clung to me. 'We doing this again?'

'Not just yet, Nympho Boy,' I smirked and lapped at his sweat sheened
face. 'Before dawn though.'

'Excellent... and how long have I got you for?'

'As long as you want but I'll settle for thirteen weeks,' I slipped free
carefully and lay on my side and he turned as well shoving his bunm into my
groin.

'Thirteen weeks sounds good to me,' he giggled and wriggled his bottom up
against me. 'Later?'

'Later,' I agreed.



				 THE END.


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