Date: Thu, 26 Mar 2009 16:43:39 +0000
From: Gary Cutter <gcutter66@gmail.com>
Subject: A PIECE OF CAKE - 15

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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PLACES, ETC. ETC. IS TOTALLY COINCIDENTAL. The author recommends 'safe' sex
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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



15 - Joe Blair's First Night
       (Told by Joe)



by



G. Cutter



I went back to the old Fifth dorm and collected Brian and got hauled into a
conversation with Karl the Kraut as they called him. It seemed he was
looking for a small gang to decorate out the old Cricket Pavilion and he
was short on bodies. In fact, apart from himself and Jimbo with a couple of
the thirteen year olds he was doubtful of completing the job in the
fortnight allocated. They were only working nine until midday each day and
it paid a small wage. The point was we were mostly on pretty decent
allowances from our parents which accounted for a certain lack of any
enthusiasm. As Brian had already volunteered I did so as well, I also put
Andy up for it as well. If Jimbo was involved it had to get interesting
apart from the painting, anyway, how hard can sloshing emulsion around
get. Plus, of course, it would be a chance to sling the stuff all over the
younger ones and then get them in the showers. My mind was working on it
already as no doubt had Jim's.

We went up and collected Andy who was still stuck in front of the
television and who seemed relieved to see us, the Sixers had disappeared
somewhere and I expect he was getting lonely. We spent the rest of the
afternoon watching the box as the afternoon sports gave way to the so
called light entertainment. Dinner was at seven and at last we could eat
casual one of the upsides to the holiday but we decided to sample the
senior showers going in a threesome. Safety in numbers being the keyword.

Funnily enough all the dowstairs showers were modern insofar as they had an
open bathing area with cubicles in addition. The ones the Sixers used were
in need of modernisation and there were no cubicles. At least it got us all
naked together which was a bonus. Naturally enough I was well aware of what
my brother looked like, I'd had my hands on his young cock enough times but
I'd never seen Brian in the nude. Well, to be honest he was no earthmover
but he had a better body than myself or Andy and he was bigger in the cock
department, we were all uncircumcised but his was longer and he gave me a
dirty look when he caught me ogling but said nothing.

I washed Andy's back which was nothing out of the ordinary and then he did
mine. I just caught Brian out of the corner of my eye. Pretending to have
water in my eye I took a closer look and he was definitely springing
one. His cherry red glans was clear of his foreskin and he was lengthening,
he was getting turned on by someone or something and my brother and I were
the only chickens in town.

'How did you get on with Jimbo?' Brian asked facing away hiding his
telltale stiffness.

'Fine,' I laughed. 'Excellent in fact.'

'Why? What did you do?' Andy asked being nosey.

'Ah, stuff... I'll tell you later.'

'Alright.'

Brian snickered still turned away from us so I moved nearer to Andy and
grabbed his waggling penis in a soapy hand. 'Boy games,' I whispered.

'Tell me later,' he returned the whisper. Tell him? The next time I got
together with Jimmy boy, Andy was going with me.

Brian managed to sidle from the shower still keeping his back to us, he
wrapped a towel around his waist and made a run for it.

'Must have an appointment,' I commented.

'He's hiding his hardon,' my brother laughed. It seemed that I wasn't the
only one with sharp eyes. We dried off and went to get changed, dinner
wasn't too far away and we didn't want to be late. The Sixers finally
turned up as a threesome looking all hot and bothered so God knows what
they'd been upto and I certainly wasn't going to guess, so in the end we
all trooped down together. Most of the chairs and tables had been racked
and stacked just leaving four over by the servery and one apart for the
masters, the place looked so empty it was almost spooky. The kitchen seemed
empty as well, instead of the normal hustle and bustle of chefs everywhere
it seemed that there were only four and two of them were on servery
duty. Gotta say the meal seemed better than usual, maybe cooking for a
smaller number improved things. I saw Jimbo chatting to a fair haired
youngster who hadn't been with us long, it seemed that kid had a finger in
every pie in the school and I wondered if he was having it away with any of
the masters.

He managed to sit alongside Andy so that Andy was between me and him,
typical Jimbo, to talk to me he had to talk across Andy.

'That's Honek, he's Polish. He lives with Dave and Steve two of the other
chefs... they just live down the road about a mile.'

'Um...' I just grunted. Dunno what the hell I was supposed to say.

'We should go around on afternoon, we get afternoon leave over the
holiday.'

'An invitation would be good.'

'Me, you and Andy here. Three on three,' he gave a rather lecherous snigger
and I felt Andy's legs press against mine.

'Who's your favourite then?' Andy asked presumably out of innocence
although you never know with Andy. He's quiet but he picks up on things,
he's not as dumb as he looks.'

'Ah, Dave is, he's dishy.' Jimbo twittered on at the top of his voice and
the incredible thing was the other Fifth formers at the table didn't take a
blind bit of notice. Good job Brian Stanson wasn't sitting with us, he'd
decided to sit with the Sixers and the thirteen year olds in range didn't
know what we were talking about.

'Shut up, Jimbo,' Karl the Kraut spoke out.

'Tell it like it is,' Jimbo refused to be shut up.

'In private maybe,' the English kid muttered, I think he was called Dominic
as I recalled. He was quite nice and his mate the Thai boy was incredibly
beautiful.

The meal drew to a close and we had our first long evening ahead of us and
it was a Saturday. I was half expecting Jimbo to proposition me with a view
to Andy if I was reading his mind correctly but as soon as we broke up he
was off like a rocket into the kitchen of all places.

'He always gets some food for later on, sorta midnight snacks but earlier,'
Karl told me.

'Does he have to pay?' Andy sure came out with some silly questions.

'In a way,' Karl grinned and left us alone but Brian wandered over and we
stood around chatting for a while and walked out onto the grass to catch
the last of the sun for the day. It was amazing how quiet the school was
with the other two hundred or whatever missing. Mr Thomas and Mr Harris
even stopped and had a brief chat asking how we were settling down with the
seniors and whatnot. They seemed happy enough when we said that we were
fine and not being whipped or otherwise tortured. Mind you schoolmasters
have the knack of looking attentive and not hearing a word you're
saying. If I'd said that we'd been gang banged and beaten he'd probably
have told us to keep it up of something stupid.

'I'm bored,' Andy whined which is one of his more unpleasant habits. He's
the same age as me although we're not identical as proper twins but he does
act a bit childish at times. I'm reliably informed that I popped out first
so I'm technically the older.

'Threeway at pool?' Brian suggested.

'Excellend idea,' I grinned. It was as good a way to spend the evening as
any, we did have the excitement of sharing a room with the sixteen year
olds tonight. I didn't think Skip of Skippy the Kangaroo would pull any
stunts this early in the game but who knew? Top Secret Squirrel News; I
wouldn't mind, I quite liked him in a funny way and was looking forward to
seeing him get his clothes off... Jeez, Jimbo must have turned me queer or
something.

We stayed down there for most of the evening and got into team play with
some of the Thirds, it was fun and the thought of no evening work and no
school on Monday made it even better. We would be painting but that should
be a laugh... Oh yeah, I noticed Brian giving some of the Thirds the eye, I
was beginning to think that our Brian wasn't all he seemed. He was even
chatting to one of them in the corner and I wondered what it was all about,
still they may have been townies you never knew.

Eventually one of the Sixers shouted through to wrap it up and call it a
day. It wasn't bed time but the pool table was traditionally shut down an
hour before and it seemed that tradition would be prerserved over the
holiday.

Back up in the Sixth Common Room we had a surprise, it was a cake and cocoa
session which was a bit of an event. We also heard of a further event which
were invited to. It seemed the Sixers took turns to make early morning teas
for the others. We were drafted in and it was done on a rotation, Kostya
and Andy were first up. Sunday morning tea in bed, life changing. Mind you
when they said early morning they meant around seven thirty which was a bit
strong for a Sunday. I think we all hung around after cleaning up and Josh
had to say it in the end.

'Bedtime, girls.'

Nobody bothered saying goodnight other than myself and Andy, poor Andy
looked like one of those Christians being dragged into the arena at
Rome. 'Be brave,' I whispered and then spoilt it by laughing. He looked at
me like he'd been betrayed by his best friend.

I gave up on him, sooner or later he had to fight his own battles, as for
myself I was excited. Sleeping with a hot blooded Italian something had to
happen. When Skip came into the room I was sitting on my bed unlacing my
trainers and as I unbuttoned my shirt I looked across at him, he'd only
removed his own trainers and socks.

'Wanna watch a couple of short films,' he waggled a pair of earphones at
me.

'Where?' I must have looked bewildered .

'Here,' he switched his computer on which sat at the end of my bed and the
Windows thingy came on. 'Pornos,' he grinned. 'You up for a bit of dream
material.'

'Yeah,' I croaked. I'd never seen a porno film, a bluey, I was having my
horizons broadened no end. 'What are they? Lesbians? Guys on gals?'

'Boy on boy,' he laughed softly. 'Sit on the end of my bed, you can see
better.' Quite happily I moved across and watched the screen he lay behind
me with a remote and clicked. The film wasn't all that good but it showed a
Japanese boy sitting on a bed watching something (would you believe) with
an older pal laying to his rear. I began to get suspicious when the older
guy on the screen encircled the boy's waist with his hands and fumbled at
the kid's crotch unshipping his belt and then fumbling at his zip. 'You
alright with this,' Skip murmured and I felt his warm breath on the back of
my shirt.

'Yeah,' I croaked. I knew what came next. I felt his hands on me fumbling
at the top of my trousers, the pressure on my gut eased and I knew he'd
opened me up even more so when his hand delved into the slit and felt out
my penis. He sighed with satisfaction when he felt it hot and hard through
my boxers. I did what the kid on the screen did and that was to lay back
and allow his partner access. Skip shucked my trousers down a little and
cleared my baggy boxers away exposing my hard flesh. He played around with
me until it was fully hard and I watched on.

On the screen the boy removed his shirt leaving himself in a t-shirt and
then stood briefly to drop his trousers and underwear to his ankles, after
that he lay back again and let his companion resume the wank. I stood and
removed my shirt aping the boy's movements on the screen, the only
difference was that I had no t-shirt on and fell back onto the bed
virtually naked other than the stuff arorund my ankles.

Good boy,' Skip breathed and kissed the side of my neck as he slowly worked
my flesh to and fro as I got harder and harder. At one stage he smeared my
precum over my knob which gives you a twitch I can say and then he was at
it again. He did like his licky suckies and to be honest I liked it
too. This was the start of something bigger, I wasn't a complete idiot but
I liked it, I liked the heat of his body, I liked his warm lips on me and I
especially liked his soft yet firm hand moving up and down on my cock.

The film wound on and the kid cum, one squirt to the side and two a short
distance and into his navel, after that the mopping up with tissues and the
kid got dressed.

'Whatcha reckon?' Skip spoke from the rear and kissed my shoulders.

'Great,' I felt my voice break and my cock twitch, it couldn't finish like
this.

'Let's try a bit of Russian,' he slipped from the bed leaving me laying
there and after taking the old disc out slipped in another. He was back on
the bed in a second and snuggling up against me. I felt his warm breath on
my back as he clicked the remote. This one was far meatier or naughtier
(select your word). One Russian boy on a sofa wanking and another clothed
boy joins him and joins in, basically they get their clothes off and do a
mutual masturbation. Both these kids were a damn sight bigger than the
Japanese kid and I groaned as Skip started on my cock again which had gone
off the boil. This time he was going for it, as I remained with eyes glued
to the screen he flogged away at my boyhood until I felt the first burning
tingle. I wriggled back against him and he munched at my neck as he got a
better grip and went for it.

I was now a third boy in the room and he was a sweety, very me, elfin face
with dark hair and the others got his clothing off and the original boy
fucked him from the front, the second kid knelt up on the sofa and slipped
his stiffy into the boy's mouth. That did it, I groaned, tensed my belly
and stretched my legs out stiff with toes curled as I felt my cum shoot up
my cock and splat onto my chest. One globule actually landed on my jaw and
the rest on my tummy and as Skip squeezed me dry the remainder oozed over
his clenched fist.

'Well done, Joey,' he whispered and lay me down flat on the bed where I lay
with my heart pumping and my juice glistening in the monitor's grey
light.'You are beautiful you know,' he bent over me and licked the cum from
my jaw. I nearly passed out... how the hell could he do that but he didn't
stop there . He grabbed some tissues but still licked down my body drying
only when he'd removed every trace of my semen from my flesh. I held his
head lightly playing with his thick black hair wondering if he'd go for the
jackpot and he did.

He looked up, flashed me a grin and then dropped his head taking my flaccid
and cum drenched noodle into his mouth. He got the lot in and sucked and
slurped until it was glistening and slippery. Only then did he do his bit
with the tissues.

'Jeez...' I stroked his hair as he head rested lightly on my belly. I've
got to do one of those flashes of honesty again: If he'd wanted to use and
abuse me there and then I'd have let him.

He pulled me over so that we were face to face, his hands clasped my bottom
and he gently stroked and squeezed my cheeks. 'Did you like that?' He
grinned, he knew the answer.

'Yeah,' I mustered a smile and as his faced near mine I let him kiss me on
the lips for the first time. No shock, no horror, I opened my mouth to
allow his tongue in and I loved it. I was getting hard again and I could
feel his erection through his thin trousers. What was making matters worse
that the big blond Russian boy was shagging the little dark haired one and
the kid was just laying there with a dopey smile on his face. When the
bigger boy pulled out and cum all over his belly the kid smeared the cum
around like he was polishing a car only substituting with his belly.

'Good,' Skip kissed me on the nose and stood. 'It's past midnight... bed.'
He turned his little computer off and we were just lit by his bedside
lamp. I craftily watched as he undressed and was rewarded in full. He slept
comando and I got the works, his firm high riding olive skinned bottom
lighter than the rest of him and his long swinging cock, only half hard but
a mighty thing compared to mine. he wasn't circuimcised but his swollen
glans was fully exposed and that was about all I saw before his slipped
into bed. As I got my old fashioned jim jam bottoms on he turned out the
light.

'Night, Skip,' I whispered. I didn't know whether to thank him or not, is
there a protocal for cases like this?

'Night, Joe... you tasted so nice,' he chuckled and rolled onto his side
facing me me. I lay on my back gazing at the dark ceiling. I'd vaguely
heard noises from the other rooms but the walls were very thin and I was
fully occupied after all with my own affairs, sod the rest of them.

'Thanks,' I giggled. It was a bit limp but what the hell was I supposed to
say. I should of repayed him, I should have shown willing and I thought
this over for the next hour or so. No way could I sleep. I kept thinking
about the films, I thought about his wank and then the ultimate his hot
mouth taking me in, I was as hard as a bloody rock.

God knows what time I gave into my urges, desire, lust, (pick a word again)
but it must have been around one. in the morning. There wasn't a sound to
be heard and I gently sat on the edge of his bed up where his head stuck
out. I softly stroked his exposed shoulder relishing the smoothness and
warmth. As he just slept on I carefully slipped my hand down and onto his
smooth chest under the light bedding, he groaned and rolled onto his
back.Once his breathing settled again I ventrured downwards rucking the
bedding back a little finally feeling his navel and the start of his soft
treasure trail. There was something not much lower, it too was hot and
slick, I wrapped my hand around it feeling the soft outer on the hard
inner, the life and energy pulsing within and waiting for me. I hooked the
bedding down ever further until I could see the dark mass in the very poor
light and ducked my head. I licked it. God's honest truth, I licked the end
of his dick and it twitched. I slowly and every so gently slipped a finger
under it's bulk and raised it a little. I was an inch away and took it into
my mouth. I could taste his ooze and it tasted of nothing, just bland and
slippery as I began to move my head a little sucking his big knob. It was
like one of those Victoria plums you don't see so much now but this one was
oozing fluid which I sucked and sucked until I felt his hands grab me and
drag me onto the bed.

'Sorry, sorry...' I rested my head on his belly concious of him pushing me
into a crouching position so that my middle was above his head.

'Nothing to be sorry about, Joe.' I felt him tug my pyjama cord and pull
the bottoms down. He clasped my buns in his hands and drew me down taking
my jerking cocklet into his mouth again. 'Don't stop, he chuckled. 'You
were doing well.'

I laughed softly more in relief than anything else and this time held his
hot six inch cock upright and went to town the best I knew how. He must
have been happy as he gently fucked upwards and sucked me like an ice
lolly. He did pull one stunt and that was halfway through when I was
expecting him to cum a felt a greasy finger at my ass hole and he was in
me. It was one finger but I was so smooth there was no discomfort and he
finger fucked me as he called it later. The point was that he hit a spot, a
buzz spot and I felt like I'd been shocked. I twitched and jerked and damn
me if I didn't cum. just like that. One and a bit squirts and then some dry
spasms. He pulled my hips down so that I was laying on his face with my
noodle shrinking in his mouth.

I could feel his smooth scrotum up tight and suddenly my mouth was full of
his thick creamy cum, God so much of it, I swallowed three times I remember
that distictly and then I had to let go as he did another two onto my
face. I fell on my side and he dragged me up licking and lapping at my face
and kissing at the same time. Gawd... it was incredible, I could taste him
and my hole was greasy but I didn't care. I lay in his strong arms as he
finished washing my face with his tongue and blended into the longest and
sexiest kiss on the planet. I thought I was going to pass out with
pleasure. Now I knew what to give Jimbo on our next meeting.

I had one last thought as I drifted off to sleep in Skip's warm
embrace. Jimbo or Brian who I rather fancied could fuck me... there I've
said it. They could do me and prepare me for Skip because I was going to
take that big Italian boy cock if it damn well killed me.

I think I was in love.


			     To be Continued.

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