Date: Fri, 6 Mar 2009 13:46:26 +0000
From: Gary Cutter <gcutter66@gmail.com>
Subject: A PIECE OF CAKE - 12b

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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A PIECE OF CAKE



12b - THE SECOND HONEK EPISODE
         (by Honek))



by



G. Cutter



I lay there and looked up at him and gave him an encouraging grin. Little
Billy who wasn't that little once he was inside me was shagging his little
heart out and I was his bottom or his 'lady'. It was his first time and I'd
already taken his virginity around the back to be subtle, now he was
getting his own back. He'd been a bit rough and hurt me a bit on entry but
he soon calmed down and went for a slow one savouring the experience and
oohing and aahing a lot. He was nice all the same and he'd get better, at
least he was loving and kissy kissy unlike some of the younger kids I knew
and who were very much into the crash, bang, wallop sort of thing. At least
Billy didn't come the old vestal virgin bit and pretend he was only doing
it because everyone else did (what one of my recent little lads had come
out with).

'Jeez, you're so tight,' he giggled quite enjoying being the top, he kissed
me roughly but I grabbed his neck and kept his lips to mine. He could act
the Rambo guy but I knew better. He seemed to have forgotten I'd just
popped his sweet cherry and he either enjoyed one up his bum or he was a
bloody good actor.

'Faster, harder,' I moaned clamping my legs on his back.

'Gotcha,' he grinned wolfishly (or something like that) and started his
last lap. He slapped and slithered his way to a climax as we were both
dripping sweat and at last I felt him throb and jerk inside me and then the
warm splashes and squirts of his boyish cum made me go all squishy. He cum
well and I was begining to grade them now. Out of ten, Dave was always a
niner, Steve probably an eight and most of the kids sixes or sevens. I know
it's all a load of bollocks but Billy was up there with the leaders amongst
the kids, he was definitely a seven plus and in the junior school would
have got a gold star on his progress chart. He kept going for a bit but
started to soften and lay on me as my legs dropped to the bed.

'Good?' I asked fishing for compliments obviously.

'Incredibubble,' he sniggered as his spunk stained cock slid free and we
rolled onto our sides still belly to belly. 'What will the other two say
when they find me up here?'

'Nothing,' I answered. 'Dave for one will want a slice of your cake I would
imagine, Steve's a bit more laid back.'

'Slice of my cake?' He looked at me suspiciously. 'What does that exactly
mean?'

'Work it out, Billy boy.'

'You mean he'll want to do me?'

'Duh...' I laughed. 'You don't have to, you're my guest... on the other
hand if you want to slut around, feel free.'

'It might be my last chance for a bit,' he grinned and I knew he was
game. He had a taste for it and if Dave and Steve wanted a stab at his
honeypot he wasn't going to say no. Then again if he was going to spread
himself around I'd be going again. If he wanted to be the party piece for
the night then so be it. I suppose his thinking was that as he sampled one
of the big boys he may as well do the three of us. He didn't seem to
realise that he'd be walking out of there in the morning like a well used
and very second hand Rose.

'Bath and change the bed, we need some sleep or at least I do.' I chivvied
him from the bed and after changing the coverlet with was a bit stinky and
sticky we moved to the bathroom. No sex this time but a quicky shower and
towel off. He was acting the ball of fire but his heart wasn't in it. I
knew perfectly well he needed to charge his batteries and if he didn't, I
did.

We did a quick linen change and lay there at peace with the world and
slept. Yes, we did, we dropped off in each other's arms and that was it
until around five or nearer six in the evening. I was awoken from my deep
slumber and took Billy's arm off me, he slept on as I galloped out to the
phone.

'Dave or Steve?' A strange voice on the other end. Definitely male and
probably getting on a bit. It sounded like the Head Chef but it wasn't.

'No. This is Honek.'

'Ah, the third musketeer,' the mystery voice introduced himself. 'I'm James
Rendell from downstairs, your neighbour.'

'Ah,' I suddenly sensed danger. Ten to one it was a Billy hunt and it was.

'I wonder if you can pop downstairs and ask Billy to answer the phone, I've
been trying to get him for hours, he's probably sitting in there with
earphones on.'

'He's up here,' I decided to come clean. 'I came in recently and he was
standing on the doorstep soaking wet and looking desperate, he'd locked
himself out.'

'Oh.' There was a long pause and a woman's voice came on, presumably Mrs
Rendell, Billy's mum. 'Can we speak to him?'

'He's asleep, I'll wake him,' I piled on the agony. 'We gave him some
Panadol, wrapped him in a blanket and dumped him in the spare room.' Note
the hint of callous and couldn't care less in that latter bit, just about
right I thought.

'Ah.' There was another long pause. 'No don't wake him but when he's
awake...' There was some background noise and the man was back on the line.

'Tell the idiot there's a spare key under the slab by the greenhouse, he
knows that... is he an moron?'

'Mr Rendell, Mr Rendell...' I soothed the irate man. 'He's not even
fourteen yet and it's lucky we didn't phone the police. Leaving a thirteen
year old on his own for a night wouldn't go down too well. We'll feed him
in a while and sort this key thing out. He'll be safely indoors later in
the day.'

'Well, don't disturb him .' The woman was back on the phone. 'If you can
keep an eye out for him overnight we'd be very grateful.'

'We can keep him up here overnight if you like just in case there's a break
in or something like that,' I waited with bated breath as they say in all
the good stories.

'Yes. Yes, do that,' Mrs Rendell sounded so relived and grateful. I
wondered what her reaction would be if she knew Billy was in my bed naked
and with a rather bruised and puffy back door. I doubt if she'd be too
impressed but for the moment she was happy.

'Yes, look after him and thanks for all your trouble. I'll be glad when
he's safe in that school of yours,' Mr Rendell came back on the line.

'OK, I'll tell him you called.' We said our goodbyes and that was it. This
was classic Nifty. I had the boy, the boy proved top be a goer and the
icing on the cake was that I now had the parents permission to bugger and
bonk all night. Well, not exactly but you know what I mean. I went back to
the bedroom, it was about time Sleeping Beauty was woken up, it was half
past five and still loads of time before my two landlords returned from
their work.

I nudged Billy and he gave a mumble and rolled onto his back, his pecker
was perking again which just goes to show the receovery rate of young males
of the species. I stroked it lightly with one finger and his foreskin
slowly began to retract as he inner began to harden. 'Dreaming well,
Billy.'

'Mmmmm... yeah,' he sighed and stretched his arms above his head as I
slowly ran my tongue up his pale skinned and thickening boy
cock. 'Yeah... great,' he purred and his hands came down and ruffled my
short hair. 'Go on... please.' He gave a little pelvic thrust.

I sid one finger under his rapidly hardening member and lifted it slightly
and managing to get the shiny knob into my mouth and suck at his sweet
essence as he groaned and gave little thrusts into my mouth. I grabbed his
legs and folded them up so that his feet were flat on the bed jist about
exposing his hole. He muttered a slight protest but stopped as I took his
stiff and slippery cock in all the way and then lifted his legs even
further. With my head between his legs I continued my sucking but now I had
my hands of his bottom. A swift lick of a pair of fingers and I parted his
well used pucker quite easily. He groaned even more as I sucked him and
worked my fingers iin and out of his tight little arse finally hitting the
spot.

'Aaaaaah...' he writhed on my fingers and tried to fuck into my mouth at
the same time. He was slick inside and I carried out my digital rodgering
until he was good and ready. I'd already started to precum and smeared a
bead of juice over my own glans and started to kiss up his belly. I don't
know if he appreciated what was going on but the moved under me and kept
his legs up as I reached his throat and then settled on his sweet
lips. 'You bastard,' he groaned and smiled as he felt my hot cock brush
against his saliva drenched boy pussy. 'You dog...' he giggled as I pushed
and felt him open up to me. My turn to groan as his body heat and tight
flesh surrounded me and I was inside him again. It was just like coming
home and he clamped and eased as I slowly fucked my way into his delicious
and very willing body. This kid would go the course with both Dave and
Steve of that I was surpemely confident. This kid loved it as he
demonstrated by trying to suck the life from me and crush me to death at
the same time.

It was as good if not better than the first time, I didn't rush, I
plundered him deep and hard and he loved every minute of it. His fully
exrended cock twitched up and down on his belly leaving a clear snail's
trail of juice across his flat tummy and to my amazement and before I'd
finished he gave a long quavering moan, clamped his cheeks on me and shot
two distinct squirts up his belly spashing on his gut and puddling in his
navel. 'Bollocks,' he muttered tiredly and then grinned at me. It was my
turn, I gave one hard thrust in deep and stayed deep as I felt my cock jerk
and throb inside him. He got more than he lost I thought idly as I felt
myself drain or ejaculate inside his warm gut. Honour satisfied but just
about and we lay belly to belly glued with his cum and joined by my wilting
cock. It was over for the time being at least.

'Who called, nobody important?'

'Your mum and dad.'

'As I said, nobody important,' he laughed.

'Your dad says that you're and idiot and a moron.'

'What's new?'

'Especially forgetting about the spare key under the slab in the back
garden.'

He looked at me for a moment and smiled. 'I didn't forget. I was standing
there over an hour waiting for you,' he wrapped his arms around me. 'I
worked your shifts out and knew that you'd be finishing early and that the
other two would be late... easy peasy.'

'You slut.'

'I know,' he grinned happily. 'Billy boy got his Honek so I can't be that
much of an idiot or a moron for that matter.'

'True,' we rolled onto our side still embracing and my soft cock slid free
of his floooded hole. He was good sex (I think I've said that before) and
as he'd demonstrated he was certainly no dummy.

'That was an experience,' he laughed and stretched out on the wrecked
bed. 'I'm going for a shower, don't follow me.' He leapt from the bed and
with cheeks tightly clenched headed for the door. Dont follow? He was right
there, I had no desire to sit in a bathroom and watch a recent lover take
his abortion. Messy, sometimes noise and a definite turnoff unless you're
some sort of pervert. I have problems watching people pee let along letting
the back end go.

Shit, I didn't belive it, the bloody phone was going again. I thought it
might be the dreaded mum and dad again but it was David from the kitchen.

'Whassup Doc.'

'Hi,' I grinned with relief. 'I thought you might be someone else.'

'Who were you expecting?' The ever nosey Dave asked.

'Never mind... what do you want?'

'Just you and I for supper,' Dave spoke. 'Steve's staying over at the
school, he's got some sort of secret squirrel thing going on with one of
the senior boys... he's pushing his luck but he reckons it's safe.'

'I wonder who that is,' I looked up to see Billy peering around the door
with a towel around his waist. 'There will be three for supper, we have a
guest.'

'Who is it?'

'Never you mind,' I laughed. 'A recent ex virgin,' I grinned as Billy
looked shocked. 'He want's your big fat cock but he insists I watch.' Billy
shook his head furiously but I pressed on. 'Good sex even for a newbie.'

'Jeez...' Dave was silent for a moment. 'A local?'

'No hints, wait until you get home,' I milked it for all it was
worth. They'd given me enough 'leads' it was my turn to provide some
entertainment. I could see I hadn't really upset Billy as he was now
crossing the room and lay his head on my shoulder.

'Who is it?' Dave squawked with frustration.

'Never you mind, big boy,' Billy put his face alongside mine and spoke into
the phone putting on a silly throaty accent and fell back onto the sofa
laughing.

'Jeez,' Dave croaked. 'See you around eight. It's not that newspaper kid
you've been chatting up is it?'

'No,' I laughed and put the phone down, let him stew for a couple of
hours. I wondered who Steve was willing to risk prosecution and dismissal
for. Staying in the school overnight was bad enough but being caught in bed
with one of the boys would be a disaster... must be a classic. The one good
thing about living with two extroverst like Dave and Steve to a lesser
degree was that I would get all the ins and outs in due course. What came
around went around as young Billy was soon to find out.

We had a clean up and watched some television, Billy had quietened down but
I think he had Dave on his mind. Just before Dave was due I did a light
supper just oven ready chips (which are crap) and a light chicken
salad. I've got to admit this point although I work as a chef I'm not
greatly into food, I've got the appetite of a sparrow which explains the
slim and trim Polish pole I suppose. I'm also not a fussy eater, I can live
on beans on toast, food just doesn't interest me. Anyway, by the time I
heard Dave's heavy footspeps on the staircase the meal was prepared and
Billy was quivering like a jelly. He'd been brave on the phone but the
moment of truth was on him.

Dave came in dripping water although he'd only had to walk from the car. I
fed him a can of beer and after saying hello to Billy we sat down for a
moment and I explained the ins and outs of Billy's visit. By the bye, they
would get on OK, I could sense that which proves I'm not that dumb even if
I do come from Polish stock.

I'll say one thing for Billy he wasn't shy. He sat there in a towelled
bathrobe and quite naked inside, a bit like a fruit awaiting peeling which
is a good phrase, he gave Dave the occasional flash and at the end of the
day, he was asking for it... and he bloody well knew he was. He probably
thought that we were going to jump on him and ravish him after the meal but
Dave was a little more subtle than that, just. He informed us that he was
taking a quick shower and invited Billy to join him... now, how's that for
subtle?  I decided to tag along, I'd managed the event after all and I was
entitled to the best seat in the house.

I can tell you that when you're with two boys who want to do the dirty and
they allow you to tag along there is absolutely no way you're going to keep
out of it. Dave took Billy into the big shower instead of our huge bath and
once things got wet and soapy I was in with them. I played second fiddle as
it were and Dave did his usual. He was on his knees to Billy's rear
spreading the boy's cheeks lapping and licking at the little rosebud,
opening and stretching the rubbery little ring as he poked and probed with
his slippery tongue, for some reason he called it eating navy cake . Dave
was a fanny rat, a boy fanny rat I should add and he loved it. From the
squeals and shivers so did Billy boy... me sucking on his twitching cock
helped I suppose.

'I'm drowning, I'm drowning,' Billy giggled. I think that was a hint he
wanted to get it on in a bed rather than under the shower. Dave must have
thought the same as we got our randy and very willing boy out of the shower
and dried off. The giggling and playing continued but by the time Billy
managed to get his head around to Dave's belly and then lower I had to drag
him off, the slut was insatiable.

We hauled him back into my bedroom and then started all over again. Dave
got Billy into a crouch and started his snuffle and truffle hunt again but
this time Billy was gone, he was shoving his little bottom back onto Dave's
attentions virtually crying out for a porking. And he got it. Dave drew
back as I slid under Billy, I took the boy's jerking cock into my mouth and
got a perfect view as Dave's swollen, shining and cum slippery glans came
in and pushed against Billy's pucker. Billy opened up and stretched as
Dave's fat cock pushed and pushed finally sliding in accompanied by a long
wail from Billy and then silence as Dave started.

I continued to suck the boy but it was soon over, he didn't squirt as much
spill his slimy seed into my mouth. I heard Dave grunting and then the
regular slap of flesh against flesh until the climax when Dave bore the boy
down onto the bed and from the contented moans I guess he cum.

Billy looked at me and grinned. He was one happy bunny and had absolutely
no shame. As Dave slid free in a gush of cum Billy reached out for us both
and tried for a dual kiss. I looked at Dave and he winked. I was a mind
reader and knew exactly what he wanted to try. Whether Billy was upto it
was quite another thing but let's leave it. Other lads are waiting in the
wings ready to tell their stories.


			     To Be Continued.

Chapter 13 - The Summer Shutdown begins (for next weekend)

'The Prince Coco Project - 2' in the Adult/Youth Section slightly after
this one.

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