Date: Fri, 24 Jul 2009 10:14:03 +0100
From: Gary Cutter <gcutter66@gmail.com>
Subject: THE MUDDY MONKEY

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.

ALL MY CHARACTERS, PLACES AND SITUATIONS ARE FICTIONAL AND THE EVENTS
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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THE MUDDY MONKEY



Part 1 - Callum Stewart



by



G. Cutter



Some years ago I was working on a large Home Counties estate as a
groundsworker and also doing part time work for the local Youth Football
Club as Groundsman and Barman... maybe sounds familiar if you've read some
of my earlier stories. OK, taking it from there I don't need to fill in any
more background other than to say I had a small bedsitter rather grandly
called a studio flat not too far from the Club and all in all it was a
pretty sweet period of my life.

I was nineteen coming on twenty at the time and my main job wasn't all that
onerous but the secondary job was the pleasure, apart from the fact
payments were tax free or cash in hand as they call it, I quite clearly met
quite a few of the boys in the course of my work and got to know most of
the parents due to my barwork. In fact, I was Bar Manager in all but name
and at the risk of repeating myself life was pretty sweet.

Now the bar wasn't quite what you'd expect, it was a mix of normal bar
(alchohol etc) and kiddy bar... soft drinks, munchies and sweets or candies
if you're an American. It was in a large room normally called the Clubroom
which contained a pool table and was open to all the members and this
included the kids. What I'm getting at is that this was a Club and not a
Pub, different rules applied in Law so that at any one time there might be
more kids around the counter than adults which would be absolutely
forbidden in a proper Pub. Another thing to bear in mind is that we're an
alcoholic nation and it wasn't unusual to see kids tucked away in various
corners slurping drinks that they shouldn't be drinking. Most parents
turned a blind eye within reason and as for the bar staff, mainly myself
and a sidekick... we were there to take money not control other people's
kids. Anyway, all that was a bit of scene setting so let's get on with it.

Naturally enough having a big Clubhouse we got booked by Club members for
various functions and even hired by outsiders on occasion. The night that
starts this little story was a birthday party for one of the boys, a
fifteenth as I recall and the place was heaving... it had started off as a
normal birthday do but had developed into a disco and general free for
all. That wasn't unusual for this sort of thing and myself and one of the
older boys tended bar and raked in the money. Under age drinking? Well,
that was always a problem and I relied on the parents (who were also
drinking) to keep order or at least keep an eye on things. yet again,
nothing out of the ordinary and if this lot looked shambolic don't even
mention some of the eighteen and twenty one year old parties I'd
handled. Oh, yeah, I forgot the raffle. These parties always had a raffle
and the idea was to raise money for the Club or sometimes the team
generating the do. This one had some pricey prizes and the first prize was
a Muddy Monkey, a very expensive dirt bike (the pedal type not the motor
type), a Combi TV as second prize and numerous bottles of booze, it was a
super raffle compared to some and totally justified. The number of people
there was amazing, the kid's birthday party had grown into a Club event and
probably on my final cashing up one of the better of the season. I was
looking at a one or two o'clcock shutdown and puking kids all over the
place. Once again, nothing out of the odinary and being tucked away on a
private estate kept the local constabulary off our backs. A couple of the
parents were, in fact, coppers and that always helped.

Anyway, to cut a long story short, one of the organisers got on the
microphone and once a reasonable silence was established gave a brief chat
about the raffle and how the proceeds would go to new goal nets (yadda
yadda). We all sat clutching our tickets and paid attention. I'll always
remember this bit. He called the first number out and it was sixty six and
I looked at my six tickets in a state of shock... I'd won the bloody
bike. Just over two hundred quidsworth of chrome, gears, chunky tyres and
shiny red paintwork... a teen boys cream dream.

I called out and got a good natured cheer which I suspected was grudgingly
given. I'd broken every young footballer's heart I suspected but fair's
fair. I'd won and I was a member of the Club after all. I went to collect
my prize aware of many beady little eyes and smoothy faces all doubtless
cursing me to Hell and back. I gave a little thank you speech and as was
the custom pulled the second ticket from the jug. A tiny twelve year old
won the television and so it went on. I tucked the Monkey away in the
kitchen and went back to my bar.

'Well done,' Gary F.  who was one of the organisers and a team manager
smiled over the bar. 'You gonna sell it?'

'I hadn't thought about it,' I answered quite honestly.

'You may as well,' my Deputy Dawg, Alan helping me behind the bar chipped
in. 'You've got a van, anyway, you're a bit old for that sort of thing.'

'Cheers,' I tried not to look too sour. The thought hadn't really
occured. I was so chuffed with winning something for once in my life that I
hadn't thought how useles the thing was to me. I had my own van, I lived on
the job and to get down to it, a flashy and overpriced bike was the last
thing in the world I needed or even wanted.

'It cost over two hundred quid,' Gary informed me. 'You'll have offers
before the night's out.'

'We'll see,' I left it at that and tended to some kids down the other end
of the bar.

The night wore on and got more rowdy but having said that it was all good
natured and if things did get a bit out of hand the parents, my heavy mob,
stepped in and cooled things down. The normal disco rules were that it
quietened down at eleven and it ended at midnight. After that it would
probably take another hour for everyone to get themselves sorted out and
leave. I did have a couple of silly offers on the bike and the top of these
was for fifty quid which I turned down out of hand. I had one rather
drunken sixteen year old offering to 'spank my monkey' for my Muddy
Monkey. I turned it down but I would remember his name and might remind him
at a later date when he was sober. Don't get me wrong, I was gay but very
firmly in the closet and certainly wasn't going to blow my cover over a
drunk ... anyway, for the Monkey I'd want a full dirty weekend with all the
timmings.

Gary F. wobbled upto the bar around midnight and told me that I could quite
easily get a hundred pounds for the Monkey which pleased me no end. OK, so
the thing cost over two hundred quid initially but half it value sounded
about right. I told him that all I'd had offered was fifty so far which I'd
turned down and he beetled off. I had the funny feeling he was scoping me
out and sure enough ten minutes later I was approached by another boy, this
one was fifteen and one of my 'crushes'. I need to explain here that the
Club had about ten boy's teams which makes well over a hundred boys but
there were only about a dozen I really got the hots for. Callum Stewart was
one of them and in spite of his name was a local lad and not a Scot . How
do I describe him? Slender, dark skinned, long black hair and I mean long
for a young footballer whereas most of them tended to have it cut short. He
was beautiful if a little girly and that was in looks not mannerisms. From
what I'd seen of him on the field he was a good player and not afraid to
mix it with the bigger lads. The other thing was that he knew, I mean he
read me like a book, you could see it in his eyes and he knew that I
fancied him not that anything out of order had ever been said. I callled
then 'the knowing eyes' mob, there were only about six or so and they knew
that I knew that they knew what I knew etc. etc. Whenever you get used to a
gaggle of kids there's always one or two, maybe closet gays operating their
juvenile gaydar or just perceptive smartarses.

'Hi, Mick. Good night?'

'Yeah, excellent, Cal. You?'

'Not too bad,' he grinned. 'Interested in selling the bike?'

'If the price was right,' I replied knowing exactly how much he was going
to offer.

'My dad's happy giving you a cheque for a hundred.'

'No cheques,' I said.  Not because I couldn't handle a cheque but because I
kept all my 'cash in hand' jobs strictly just that... cash. Cheques leave a
trace and sooner or later someone might ask me how ask me how I had cheques
going into my bank other than my pay. We had reached the stage in good old
free and easy England of looking over your shoulder when doing a second
job, it was a bit like the old Soviet Union, there were more informers and
grasses than enough. I was paranoid enough being gay and working for a
youth club without taking unecessary risks on the money front. ''Sorry,
Cal, cash only.'

'Is a hundred quid a deal?' He insisted.

'A ton, cash,' I agreed.

'I'll be back,' he gave me his Arnie impersonation and ducked back into the
crowd of people trying to get a drink before I pulled the shutters down. I
happily served on knowing that I'd probably earned a hundred over and above
what I'd expected and that I might have made one of my little idols happy.

Another twenty minutes passed and I'd just about given up when Callum's
father worked his way to the bar.

'Mick, I understand you have the weekend off.'

'Yes, I have.'

'Good. I'll send Callum around your place after lunch with the cash...
don't let it go to anyone else, I'm buying it for an early birthday
present.'

'Ok. no probs.' I nodded. Most of the boys had some idea where I lived
which was only a long stones throw from the field and Callum's father was
one of the Club's senior guys, meaning that he was respectable and
reliable.

'Two double Black Labels and a bottle of soda.' That was it, done and
dusted as they say. The night was drawing to a close and the end of the
deal was Callum coming across just to check where I lived and what bell to
ring. It was a done deal. I got the place cleared by one thirty and late as
it was a couple of the parent hung around to help clear up and leave the
place respectable. It had been a good night financially with no trouble
which was a miracle with the numbers of underaged drinklers but that's what
these Clubs were all about. treat the kids like adults, pull them up if
they started acting silly and most important of all, have a good backup of
parents who were willing to assist. I managed to get away just after two in
the morning and shoved the Muddy Monkey in the back of my van . The thing
that excited me more than earning a hundred quid for two quids worth of
raffle tickets was that Callum was actually going to visit me in my flat. I
drove the short distance home with the wipers going, it was damn cold and
light snow was falling, a bad omen for the weekend's football.

The following day I slept in until around ten and then got up to wander
over the Club just to turn over the takings to the weekend manager and Alan
who was still there and wandering about like a zombie and returned home to
have a bit of breakfast and tidy up. Of course I got the Muddy Fox out and
had a ride around. Beautiful machine but not one that I had a need for or
could afford to be honest. My old Bedford van had only cost me three
hundred and I didn't have to pedal that.  I was perched watching the dire
Saturday lunchtime TV when Iheard the bell ring and sure enough it was
Callum all neat and squeaky clean and looking totally unharmed by his long
and rather late Friday night out.

'Come in, come in,' I ushered him in and he scanned around my living room
as if expecting me to have the Monkey parked up by the sideboard. 'You in a
rush?'

'Nah,' he flopped into an armchair without being invited still looking
around as if expecting to find signs of ciminality. I fancy he might have
found it a hovel as his family was pretty well off from what I'd
gathered. 'Getting cold out.'

'How'd you get here?' I asked knowing that he lived the other side of
Hersham up by the big resevoirs, rich man's land.

'Mr Brown dropped me off, he's over the Club to meet someone.'

'Ah, right.' I felt the conversation lagging for what it was worth. The sky
was leaden, that dark grey which indicates snow was borne out by the fact
that the little stuff was still coming down. Still, we were deep into the
football season, it was November and snow had been threatening for a few
days. 'I had a couple of offers for the Monkey earlier on in the evening.'

'Yeah. I know, Gary F. was watching points for me.'

'I thought so,' I laughed. No problems there, left to my own devices I'd
probably be trying to sell it inside a week anyway. I had the van for
getting around and really had no use for a bike let alone an expensive one.
'Rob Cowles made me an offer I couldn't refuse.'

'Really,' he looked amused. 'What did he offer.'

'Top secret and not to be repeated... promise.'

'OK, I promise.'

'He offered to spank my monkey for the Monkey.' I put my trust in my
reading of Callum and if I was wrong Rob would have to do some fast
talking.

'Really?' Callum giggled.  'I'll bear that in mind.'

'Don't tell anyone.'

'I won't but remember: 'In vino veritas', or so they say.'

'I wonder, he was certainly in the vino,' I looked at him and decided to
try... just try. 'Fancy a drink?' I had the fire on and it was comfortably
warm and it was looking decidedly wintery outside.

'What sort of drink?'

'Tea, coffee, Fosters...'

'Fosters would be fine,' he grinned and stretched his feet out to the
fire. 'I ain't gonna spank your monkey though.'

'Early days yet, kiddo,' I stood and went into the kitchen.

'Spank for spank,' I heard as I left the room. He'd said it so quietly I
thought I was hearing things but I'm not prone to flights of the
imagination. The tester came when I returned with a couple of cans, I
pretended not to watch him and his eyes dropped to my jeans, this was
deliberate. I know enough about the gay foreplay caper and one of the moves
is giving meaningful looks and making sure the target notices. He'd made
his move and I'd noticed. Skinny little Callum was up for a game... I
thought. I just hoped that I was reading things right.

'Cheers,' his hand touched mine as I handed him his can. He grinned up at
me and gave me one of his 'aware' looks. Sorry about that but I don't know
what else to call it. It wasn't slutty, sultry or even come hither. just
one of those that let's you know someone is reading your mind.

'Pull your chair nearer the fire,' I moved my own in and he followed my
example. It was getting darker and it was barely one o'clock in the
afternoon.

'Bloody sure it's going to snow heavier before the day's out,' he mumbled
and kicked his trainers off, he certainly knew how to make himself at home
but then again he had all the self confidence in the world.

'No matter. If it does I can run you and Monkey home in the van.'

'Monkey,' he giggled at the word. 'I should christen it Spanky.'

'Good name.' I raised my can in a toast and looked him over. One beautiful
boy on my own turf and drinking my lager, I couldn't back down now.

'I might remind Rob Cowles of his offer and see if he remembers.'

'He'll deny it,' Callum grinned. 'I would.'

'Maybe but perhaps I can offer him something else.'

'Offer him an afternoon drinking your lager and he might go for it,' he
said seriously. 'He said it to you and from what I saw he wasn't all than
canned last night... perhaps he fancies you.'

'He's a good looking boy.'

'He is,' Callum agreed with a grin and it's here I've got to say the air
was electric.

'Not as good looking as you,' I blurted out and wished I could bite my
tongue off but it was too late. What's been said can never be unsaid.

'Good,' he grinned and stared at me. 'I was beginning to get a bit
jealous.' This last bit came out quite camply which was unusual for him and
I decided enough was enough. I could only stand so much beating around the
bush and I thought, only thought mind you that I could see something
growing in his baggy track suit bottoms. He stretched his legs and the lump
became more definite, he was perking.

I stood up and walked across to draw the curtains, I wasn't really
surprised to see that it was snowing slightly heavier now and told him but
he seemed unconcerned. In fact, he looked set for the afternoon. I walked
back and stood behind him and bent over. 'Spank for spank?' I whispered and
took the leap of faith required. I softly nuzzled his ear with my lips and
he moved not an inch. He just sat there and I felt his body tremble as I
lay one hand on his shoulder. Encouraged or maybe even giving up the ghost
I lightly and gently kissed his smooth neck under his overlong hair and he
gave a little moan.  'You alright?'

'Fine,' he snorted and craned his face towards me. I kissed him on his cute
nose and moved around to his front. I was sure of him now and he was just
as willing as I was. I held out my hand and as he took it I lifted him from
the seat and guided him down onto the carpet in front of the fire.

I knelt by his side and slipped his sweat shirt up finding a thin t-shirt
underneath but as I slid them both up I found his ultra smooth sallow
skinned belly in all it's perfection and before my eyes the cutest of cute
(hate that word) belly button all as flat and as tight as a drum as he
stretched out in front of the fire.

'Hey up... I'd better give you this before I forget,' he laughed as I
swirled my tongue around his navel. He handed me a small wad of money which
I shoved into my own pocket. I wasn't going to count it I was busy. I
slipped his upper garments off over his head trying not to tangle with his
long dark hair and that was his torso bare. He had really dark nipples
which were next on my attack list but I was already feeling up his boyhood
through his dark track suit and he was fully hard, the other thing was that
it was bigger than I'd expected. At last he was reaching out for me and he
had an easier job as I only had a t-shirt on which he soon disposed of and
then we were chest to chest.

His sweet lips met mine and without any preamble his flickering tongue was
inside my mouth. This kid knew the score and was certainly no virgin which
suited me, it saved a lot of hassle but all the same I wondered who he'd
done 'it' with... lucky bastards. I wondered how far he'd gone but I'd sort
that out later, I slipped my hand down inside the back of his trousers
cupping his tightly smooth buttocks and then slowly began to slip them down
until his penis caught on the waistband of his briefs and then popped
clear. Excellent, darker skinned than the rest of his body, uncircumcised
but fully hard with the glans fully exposed and gleaming in the
firelight. He was well endowed and far bigger than he should be for his
age, I don't usually rant on about erections but his was gorgeous. I gave
it a swift kiss and a lick as a taste of things to come and he giggled
trying to force my head down onto it's jerking mass. No way, I wanted him
naked by my fire and that's what I got, I let him keep his socks but then
had a bit of a scramble getting rid on my own jeans until I was naked.

'That's big,' he handled my erection and guided it down between his legs so
that we were belly to belly again with his hot hardness squashed between
our flat tummies. 'Nice arse as well,' he squeezed my buns.

'Little perv,' I moved between his tightly clamped thighs.

'I'm, not that little,' he grinned up at me. 'When you hit on Rob Cowles
put in a word for me... if you get him up here I mean.'

'A threesome?' I laughed.

'Only if you fix me up for some solo time first... with him and then maybe
a threeway.'

Jeez... I had a sex maniac on my hands or at the very least a sex
adventurer. I wondered briefly how many 'players' there were amongst the
boy's teams and I didn't mean football players. Still, that was for the
future. He was dry humping against me and my erection was reacting to the
friction, I was getting harder and between his legs was getting slippery
with sweat and precum, the same could be said for between our bellies as we
moved together. His legs were clamped so tightly it was nearly as good as a
fuck but not quite.

His eyes gleamed as he held me tightly and fucked up between our tummies
and I responded by returning the embrace and moving harder and harder
between his thighs. We couldn't really get any closer than being inside
each other and something had to give.

A few frantic moments later he gave a shuddering moan and I felt his cock
jerk splattering his boy spunk between our sweaty bellies. It was warm and
slippery and a damn mess but I was going for my own climax and a minutes
later felt myself pump between his upper legs wasting myself up between his
cheeks and on the carpet. We lay together sweaty, spunky and funky and
lazily kissed.

'Jeez, that was something else,' he sighed and stared at me. 'I reckon I
earned another can.'

'I reckon so,' I unentangled myself from his sweaty and sticky embrace and
stood leaving him basking in the fire's heat. He really was beautiful but
I've said that already. I walked over and looked through the curtains, the
snow was falling heavily now and already the back garden and the nearby
woods were getting upto Christmas card standard. Looking up the sky was as
grey as pewter, this one was in for the night.

'Looks like I'll be driving you and the Monkey home later,' I remarked.

'I'll phone mum and tell her,' he stretched himself in front of the
fire. 'Around six? Nah, seven will do.'

I looked at the clock, that meant I had him for the long afternoon. We
could shower, we could sex, we could do all sorts of things, we had all the
time in the world. I risked it... 'Make it seven and then we can have a
shower and have a lie down.'

'Now that sounds like an offer I can't refuse...' he laughed softly. 'I can
make babies.' He stroked his soft cum stained cock.

'We not I,' I corrected him.

'That's what I meant.' He flashed his teeth at me as I walked through to
the kitchen, at least that was the afternoon sorted out. I shouldn't think
I'd gained a boyfriend but I'd certainly scored and who knew what the rest
of his young mates got upto.

When I got back with fresh cans he was on the phone, a quick peep from the
windows showed that the snow was now coming down fast and heavy which
looked bad dor the kid's football the following day. The last I heard
before he put the phone down was him promising to be home for supper around
seven.  Good news.

We sat on the two seater by the fire and sipped our cans warming ourselves
making sure of maximum bodily contact. I was in love with his baby
smoothness and he seemed to be just in love with my cock. He kept touching
it and stroking it so that my second erection came before we even got into
the shower.

'You gonna tackle, Rob?'

'Well, I'm going to mention his little conversation of last night and see
what he says.'

'He'll be OK,' Callum said confidently. 'You just drop a word that I was
around here because I'm sure he fancies me a bit.'

'Really?'

'Yeah, his dad does some work for my dad, he only lives a few streets
away. I don't know him all that well but I get that feeling... like I got
with you,' he grinned.

'Well it's worth a go maybe tomorrow.'

'That's if anyone comes up with the snow about a foot deep.'

'Someone always comes up even if just to get the kids out of the house,' I
declared confidently. The football nutty dads dragged their kids up when it
was monsooning let alone snowing.

'I'd like that shower now,' he looked at me, one of those meaningful looks
you understand. This kid certainly wasn't backwards in being forwards.

'Yeah, OK. I can wash your back.'

'Front,' he countered.

'Back.'

'Front,' he squealed as I lifted him up and he was just about light enough
to do so. I bore his squirming body off to the bathroom and virtually slung
him into the shower cubicle and then it was all over. The hot soapy water
and the roaming hands did the rest and mine weren't the only wandering
hands. He stroked and squeezed my manhood until it was stiff and slippery
and I did the same for him. Right before we rinsed off I span him around
and knelt, once I did that it felt safe enough for me to give his pucker a
good squirmy tongued probe. He oohed and aahed sticking his sweet little
fany out for my tongue and lips. I think I could have stood up and taken
him right there but didn't. We dried off and wandered into the bedroom
which was nicely warm. Another peep from the windows and he gasped as he
saw the heaviness of the snowfall, we could be stuck for the weekend let
alone the afternoon.

Another look just to make sure we weren't seeing things and we both slipped
into the slightly chilly smoothness of the sheets. We soon got warm
huddling and cuddling together and then getting down to business.

'I've got to ask...'

'Go on then,' he giggled.

'You seem to know a lot about this sorta...'

'My cousin Joe stayed over the summer. He's a year older than me and
thought he had a fuck toy on his hands, I showed him his mistake.'

'Really?'

'Really,' he said mockingly. 'He thought I'd be a pencil dick and got a big
surprise. We shagged each other for a fortnight solid... great fun,' he
smirked as my lips attacked his smooth throat. 'He was a dream of a fuck.'

'So am I,' I declared stoutly. I must admit the thought of shagging his
tiny and tight brown arse was uppermost in my mind but his long curved dick
also figured. I did say I was versatile didn't I?

'He taught me lots of things,' he laughed and rolled me onto my back and I
lay there awaiting his next move. His head dropped to my cock again and
then to my scrotum parting my legs. I was pretty sure where he was heading
now and let him lead. I hope he had a grip on that oversized penis of his
but I'd let him run things for the time being. He started to lap under my
balls and I lifted my legs and then held my knees to my chest as he lapped
lower and lower until my perineum was slick with his spittle and then he
was at my pucker. I keep saying he was good so you can take that as a
given. He had my hips up in the air and me clutching my knees tightly to my
chest as he attacked my ring like a snuffling and slobbering truffle hound.

'There's some lube under the pillow.' I gave a gentle hint. No way was he
sticking that pogo stick in me on a bit of spit.

'Ta,' he grinned and his belly rubbed against my tautly stretched bum as he
found what he was looking for.

'Take it easy, Little Big Man.'

'My first since Joe,' he looked at me and grinned. 'We can do more of
this,' he added.

'It's a matter of being very careful, you young footballers are bigger
gossips than a bunch of girls,' I twitched as I felt the cold gel on my
pucker and then he intruded a finger in just a little way and teased and
tickled. 'Hurry up, my legs are getting tired.'

'Eager Beaver, Keenly Queenly.' I reached up and put one hand over his
mouth just to shut him up and with the other guided his oily lump to it's
target. He reached out and grabbing my shoulders and gave a pelvic thrust
sliding his engorged meat through my loosely clenched fist and and pierced
me.

'Jeez,' I tensed and then tried to relax, he was big and it always feels
bigger than it looks or that's my experience. He stretched my pucker but he
was in and I was able to rest my calves on his shoulders as he began to
fuck his way in. Fortunately he wasn't like some of the lads I'd had in the
past, he took his time and from the look on his face he enjoyed every
minute. As he got in deeper and his body got closer I slipped my legs down
until they were around his waist and then he began to go, we got warmer and
warmer and the snow continued to fall. He was good sex and his Joe must
have been a good teacher, I'd have to meet this kid next time he
visited. Callum fucked slowly and steadily using a peculiar corkscrew
motion every now and then letting me feel his slippery glans in every
corner of my gut but it ended as it always does. A frantic flurry of short
sharp jabs and he froze in me as his fat dark skinned cock throbbed and
pumped a fair dose of cream into my body. He'd come once already but this
one was even better bearing in mind he was only a teeny or maybe it was
because he was so young.

'Gawd, that was so good,' he sighed as he fell on me back into the belly to
belly again. I felt his softening cock slip free and it nestled between my
legs all slippery becoming tacky as it dried. 'Just gonna check the snow,'
he scrambled from the bed and rushed over to the window. 'Bloody 'ell,' he
shot back to the bed. 'It's dropping down, we're gonna get snowed in.'

'Do you mind?'

'Not really,' he shuddered against me, I suppose the excitement of being
snowed in with a friendly fuck was too much to handle.

'We'll review the situation after a snooze and...'

'And what?' He asked coyly and turned to look at me with a wicked little
grin on his face.

'And this,' I rolled him so that he was face down and set about kissing his
shoulders and back of the neck all the time clasping and caressing his
smooth and firm buttocks.

'That's nice,' he wriggled his little bottom and parted his legs. I took
the hint and let my fingers slide into his crack feeling it sweaty and
soft. A gentle prod at his ring and my finger broached him. 'Put some stuff
on before you shove that thing in me,' he muttered sleepily and opened his
legs wider. I was working down and kissing and lapping the small of his
back as I fed some lube into his hole and that made things much easier.
Unlike him I worked one finger deep inside him and finger fucked for awhile
and I got between his legs. 'Go on,' he pushed his bum up. I did, I lovered
my hips and guided my rock hard cock to his little hole and pushed. He gave
a gasp and clamped on me but as I patiently waited I felt him ease off and
slowly gained another inch or so and then we were away.

He was so tight but then again I'd never had a boy of fourteen or fifteen
so I was a bit short on experience. He was well practiced all the same, he
clamped when I moved in and relaxed as I slipped out. We had a good rythm
going and I must have kissed the back ofhis neck raw under his shaggy black
hairline. Somewhere along the line he forced himselfup into a doggy and we
fucked under the tented bedding with slippery and squelchy sounds echoing
around the bedroom. It couldn't last and I grabbed his shoulders in the end
and dragged him back onto me as I made my last thrust and let it go. After
the first two or three blasts I just slowly worked in and out of his sweaty
and lube slicked hole slowly slipping free at the end and grabbing him in a
cuddle pulling the bedding around us.

'I feel fucked,' he said and then giggled. 'Correction, I am fucked.'

'Let's sleep,' I reached out and grabbed my alarm resetting it for five.

'Let's, he cuddled in and nuzzled at my neck. 'I hope it keeps snowing,' he
whispered and I felt one of his hands drift down my back and rest on my
bum. 'We can do it all again,' he gave me a little squeeze and I hugged him
tightly. I knew exactly how he felt.



		  To be continued and concluded in Part 2


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