Date: Tue, 28 Apr 2009 21:24:36 +0100
From: Gary Cutter <gcutter66@gmail.com>
Subject: A PIECE OF CAKE - 19A

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



19A - The Painting Party
           by Brian Stanson



by



G. Cutter



'Good morning, Lads, Lasses and Inbetweenies.' Karl Hauser stood there like
a Drill Sergeant and checked his list. 'First of all. You should all have a
towel, a piece of soap and your working gear?'

I looked at him and smiled slightly, he did love taking charge, a Head Boy
in the making. He was rather sweet if a bit big for me, I'd decided I liked
the smaller boys after the previous day with little Andy, the younger the
flesh the tastier. Mind you I had a sorta thing going on with Josh as well
but I think that was justa 'fling' to be blunt. Karl was looking at his
piece of paper. 'Who's missing?'

We waited for the missing person to reply which obviously didn't happen and
there was a silence until I spoke. 'Jim Fraser,' I volunteered.

'How could I miss him,' Karl laughed just as Jimbo came bombing through the
doors like a rocket.

'Never fear, Jimbo's here,' he shouted and fell into line.

'All here?' Mr Thomas appeared from the main building.

'Yes, sir.' All here but a slightly different eight to the original list.

'OK, name them,' Mr Thomas stood there looking supremely indifferent.

'Two Third Formers, Lark and Dover. Three Thirds, The Blair Brothers and
Stanson. 'Fraser and myself,' Karl declared.

'I make that seven.'

'Yes, sir. One dropped out but we'll be OK.'

'Alright,' Mr Thomas seemed keen to get back indoors. 'Electricity is on
and you need to turn the showers on half an hour before you want to use
them... and don't forget to turn them off when you leave.'

'Right, sir,' Karl almost saluted and we were on our way, an untidy bunch
of no hopers pretending to be painters.

'I've got this all organised,' Karl was talking to Jim as we walked across
the rugby pitches. 'It's all up here,' he tapped his temple.

'Sounds bad,' Jimbo laughed and looked at me. 'How did you get on
yesterday, Bry.'

'Don't be so bloody nosey,' I gave him a smile. I didn't want to fall out
with him but he needed to keep his gossiping down, he did have a bloody big
mouth.

'Snooty,' he grinned and unabashed began to sing at the top of his
voice. 'Hey ho, hey ho, it's off to work we go...' Well, that relaxed
things a little and even the Third Formers perked up a little. They were
quite sweet both of of the urchin mould, dark haired and a little on the
Oliver Twist style... I should have said the Artful Dodger type. The last
Olly Twisted Knicker's I'd seen was that stringy blond Mark Lester and he
looked like a little girl Now Jack Wolfe as the Artful Dodgeball was all
boy. Anyway, enough babble. We got to the pavilion and Karl let us in, he
also locked us in I noticed and I also noticed the quick glance he flashed
at Jimbo, these two were making sure that they (or we) weren't disturbed.

'Right, Changing Rooms,' Karl led off like a bloody Scoutmaster on heat and
we congregated in this bloody place that was so damn well cramped. The
trouble was it was split into sections, the thing that caught my eye was
the big bath in the bathroom next door. It was like a baby swimming pool.

'What's first?' Jimbo asked.

'Get changed into working gear, we don't want emulsion all over our kit,'
Karl decided. 'Leave your clean stuff in the lobby out of the way.' That
was it. You know in a private school not many boys are worried about the
occasional nudity and certainluy not about being in briefs but this lot
scurried around like a load of girls getting changed. Jim naturally enough
was the boldest and stripped right down to naked giving the younger boys a
flash of his bits. All designed to flaunt and titilate if I knew our
Jimbo. Then Karl allocated tasks as laid down in his mystery master plan.

The two smallest boys Peter Lark and Thomas Dover were stood on this access
tower which was on wheels and told to do the ceiling. Andy and Joe copped
the job of pushing them around and feeding them paint brushes and
whatnot. I've got to give Karl his due and say that he got up there and
showed them how to do it without splattering themselves in paint. I'm using
the word paint here for emulsion, emulsion washes off and paint doesn't as
I'm sure you're all aware. Things went well, in fact they did the ceiling
of the first compartment in around thirty minutes flat, it was checked out
by Karl who declared it satisfactory and then the rest of us piled
in. Myself, Jimbo and Karl did the high level walls and finished at about
chest height trying to keep up with the little ones which was near
impossible.

They were three compartments ahead of us and at this stage someone saw Mr
Thomas through one of the dirty windows. Karl went and opened up for him
and the man came in and surveyed what had been done so far.

There was no comment but I heard him telling Karl that things seemed to be
going well and that he was impressed. Surprise, surprise. Around the ten
o'clcock mark we had a break and although Jimbo had managed to get paint
all over himself the remainder were reasonably clean. Jimbo switched the
boilers on for the hot water and came up with the bright idea of using the
big bath. It was pretty obvious why and Karl after a moments thought gave
Jim his blessing. I've always wondered what rugby and football players got
upto in those big baths and it looked like we were going to find out. We
had a general natter about progress and we decided to stay in the two
teams, the 'tops' and the 'bottoms' as Jimbo insisted on calling us. Once
the kids had finished the ceilings they could double back and do the low
level stuff. Cleanup and Bob's your Uncle... job done. We reckoned even
with only seven of us we'd probably have it done in four days instead of
the five. and got a pleasant suprise.

'Mr Thomas says we can have the five days money whenever we finish but
that's to his satisfaction. We can also split the missing eighth man's
money.'

'Lovely,' Jim gloated and even the brats, Peter and Thomas had a little
grin. Quite nice kids and I was looking foward to seeing them all wet and
soapy, from the occasional sly glances I think I had some like minded
pals. I didn't know if we'd score with them, really score I mean but one
thing was for sure, Jimbo would be leading the way. I wasn't too sure about
Karl, he was a bit of an unknown quantity but I'd heard that he was
consorting with Jimbo for the holiday period which is putting it
politely. The Kraut was shagging the Missing Link as Josh would say.

'We have four days of lunch time baths,' Jim whispered to me as we sat
around drinking cans and scoffing the munchies we'd brought with us.

'So who do you fancy?'

'Everyone,' Jimbo grinned. 'But the star has to be little Thomas Dover.'

'Peter Lark,' I eyed the small boy talking to his pal. 'Now that one grabs
me.'

'Down to you to grab him then and where better than in a big soapy bath,'
Jim giggled. 'The way to play it is to all play around and go over the top
a bit and see if they join in.'

'Like a circle jerk?'

'Something like that but get them involved, we can peel them apart
later... we have four days after all.'

'I'm with you.'

'Good, I shall brief our fuhrer later.' That was it, we had a plan, a
pretty limp one but better than nothing.

After the break we carried on painting, big Karl told us that we'd pack in
at a quarter to twelve on the dot, bathe and be back for one o'clock for
lunch. I looked at Jimbo and he smirked, we had an hour in the bath at top
whack. The boiler was on and given an hour we'd be ready to start topping
up the bath. The trouble was no one knew how long the water took to heat or
how long ghe big bath took to top up but what the hell. Karl had already
put it across that it was bath or nothing... there wouldn't be enough warm
water for a communal bath and solo showers. No one seemed very fussed but
then again no one had overheard myself of Jimbo's little conversation.

Karl kept going in to see how the bath was filling towards the end and I
think the excitement began to built. I think we five older boys were intent
on getting it on as they say, or having a game, the two younger lads were
the problem but Jim and I had our plan. Basically that was to jump their
bones and see where we went from there. Small chance and no chance. As soon
as the brushes were washed out and left in a bucket of water we piled into
the bathroom and began to strip off and then things began to go wrong. We
all splashed around in the hot water until we got the temperature right but
Karl made an immediate grab for Jim and that was him gone.

He was bloody serious as well, poor Jim was like a baby in big Karl's arms
and I don't think he minded too much. Then to my astonishment the brothers,
Andy and Joe started. I suppose they felt liberated after the weekend and
started a heavy snog and grope. Poor old me was left with the two thirteen
year old pretending not to see what was going on around them and taking
craft peeks at the same time. I took the bull by the horns and dived in.

I grabbed Peter or was it Thomas and began to wash his shoulders rubbing
the spots of emulsion clear. The further and nearly final, I should say the
penultimate surprise was that he backed onto me like a right little slut
and I popped an immediate boner. I was as hard as a rock and he bloody well
knew it. He wasn't much shorter than myself and forced himself back onto me
rubbing his sweet bottom up and down on my erection but at the same time
the other got in behind me and grabbed me around the waist. By now Andy and
Joe were had at is, not shagging but making merry. From Karl's movements
against Jim I suspected he was actually shagging my mate in the water.

That was all well and good, much better than I'd expected but the two
virgins, tyros, innocents or whatever you'd want to call them were far from
that. They were a pair of diminutive sex maniacs and I was meat in their
sandwich. Talk about role reversal, I thought that Jim and I would be doing
the seducing but these kids were weedy but I was only fourteen myself, I
know I was quite well developed but come on, it was two against one and I
didn't really mind. I fuckin' well loved it. I found out it was Peter with
the sweet bottom rubbing up and down on my cock and Thomas making futile
attempts to prong me from the rear.

'Come on, come on,' Thomas whispered trying to force his way into my crack
and pork me.

'You do me, I do you,' I threatened.

'We worked that one out,' Peter giggled from the front and turned around
grasping both our hardons in his hands and slowly wanking them under water.

'We could get together this afternoon. I know a place,' I suggested.

'Fine,' came from one.

'Great,' from the other. I had my own private pair of nut brown babies to
use and abuse. I suppose their thinking was that they had their very own
Fourth Former to use and abuse. I glanced over and Karl and Jim were still
at it although they'd moved to the steps and they were both half out of the
water so you could watch the action in slippery, wet living colour. Jim was
giving it all the moaning and groaning completely without any shame even
flashing me a grin. Andy had Joe sitting on the edge of the bath and was
sucking away like there was no tomorrow and his brother was loving it, that
gave me an idea. I perched my two brown skinned angels on the edge of the
bath opposite and held their stiff organs and did a double blow.

I had no compunctions now, there were no secrets in our little group of
pervs and the rest of the week should turn out interesting. I sucked at
their quite plump four inchers until they both managed squirts but didn't
bother with myself. We were getting near lunchtime and when you're at
school you can't miss a meal but there's stacks of time to catch up on
sex. Once they were drained I hustled them away to dry off and we left the
others to complete their session.

'Wow, that was a buzz,' Peter grinned. 'I knew that Jimbo kid was bent but
you...' he grinned as he looked at me drying off. 'You're the best looking
one.'

'Really?' I felt myself blush.

'You know you are,' Thomas smirked. 'Where we going this afternoon?'

'Dorm 4F at two o'clock, I've got the key.'

'Have you,' Peter squeaked. 'We gonna do everything?'

'Peter likes cock,' Thomas confided in a whisper.

'Shurrup,' Peter reddened.

'No matter,' I grinned at them both. 'I'm versatile.' There. That told
them, as bright kids they should be able to work it out. They did as they
were grinning like loons all the way back to the school. Jim was looking a
bit bedraggled but proud of himself, he'd taken the biggest cock in the
Painter's Party. Mind you he was second biggest himself and I was
determined to have him before the week was out. Andy and Joe were back to
normal, I mean as they'd been before the weekend. I think that they'd both
been surprised at the fall of the other but they were now approaching the
seasoned warrior status. Everything was right, everything was sunny and
lunch called.

The food standard remained high and I was accosted by the Polish chef,
Honek at the servery door.

'How's the painting? Brian, isn't it?'

'Fine,' I lingered, he was quite nice and he was the 'ultimo', a man. Well
he was eighteen or so and I knew (or gossip had it) that he was in a three
way setup with the other two young chefs. He was fair haired and chunky for
want of a word and I wondered if he ever dabbled with the kids. I'd have to
ask Jimbo as he seemed to have an 'in' with the kitchen staff.

'You kids must find the holidays boring.'

'Not really,' I felt eyes burning into the back of my shorts, with a bit of
luck the others would all think I was being chatted up. 'I find things to
do.'

'Well, if you ever fancy extra munchies pop in,' he gave me a soulful
Polish look which he must have practiced for ages.

'I shall,' I blatantly dropped my eyes to his crotch leven and then gave
him a grin. He wasn't the only actor on the block. 'I will,' I scurried
with my tray of food back to my table to face a barrage of questions. God,
they were so nosey.

By two I was in 4F, I'd drawn the curtains against the afternoon sun and it
was bathed in a sorta golden glow, very romantic. I threw two mattresses
and some bedding on the floor in the corner. I had a small tube of sun tan
lotion and a masive hardon in anticipation and settled down to wait. Right
on the dot there was a quiet knock on the door and it opened to admit
Thomas but he was on his own. I rushed over and turned the key in the lock.

'Where's the other one?'

'One not enough,' he grinned and stroked his brown skinned and slightly
bloated belly. 'We decided to share you, Peter will look after you in the
week.'

Great, I was being manipulated by two thirteen year old kids but I didn't
really mind. I remember from the other night that threesomes are alright
for a giggle but it's much nicer when there are just two of you. 'Come to
my boudoir,' I took his hand and dragged him to the end of the dorm where
I'd set up shop.

'So camp,' he giggled and looked startled for a moment when I wrapped my
arms around his smaller frame and planted a kiss on his delightful lips.

'Now that's why it's better going solo,' he withdrew red faced and flushed
allowing me to drag him down onto the bedding. 'This is so nice,' he
grinned as I did my octopussy act wrapping him him my tentacles savouring
his sweet lips and flickering tongue again. For tentacles read arms and
legs by the way. 'You are so hard,' he smirked feeling the outline of my
penis in my shorts.

'Let's get naked,' I growled ever the romantic.

He just giggled and we started to remove our clothing not that there was
much to remove. At last I lay against his small and slightly sweaty brown
body crushing our erections together and fondling his sweet satin skinned
bottom. 'You're getting me going,' he squirmed against me and moaned. I
knew he wanted me, all of me and I wanted him so I lay him onto his back
and began to suck on his tight balls, salty balls with perspiration and boy
funk but I didn't care for as I squirmed a finger between his cheeks he
opened up quite willingly and wriggled around so that my erection was
rubbing up and under his perineum.

'You want it?' I whispered.

'And you after,' he whispered nibbling my ear. 'I'm not a bitch boy like
Peter.'

'Doesn't he..?'

'Yeah,' he wriggled himslf comfortable. 'He fucks but prefers someone doing
him, he loves it.'

'How long have you two been at it?'

'About six months now,' he looked at me and grinned again. 'He fucked me
first but I soon found out he likes it more than I do.'

'You don't like it?' I wasn't asking out of idle curiosity you understand
but I knew I'd get cross examined on this by Jim ansd probably the
others. I think I was the first one to crack one of the Thirds. If we got
them into our evil little circle then the holiday would go from great to
terrific. Of course the thought of Honek was in the back of my mind as
well.

'Aaaah... he did a little squirm and moan as I opened his legs fully and
traced my tongue between his legs and intruded into the bottom of his
crack. He was sweaty and did smell a bit but he'd had a bath an hour
previously and it was boy smell and a bit of a turn on, I could feel my
hardness drooling and pressed on. I span him around so that he was in a
half crouch and then attacked his little pucker after flathanding his
cheeks exposing the wrinkled little brown muscle. Much to my surprise he
loved it pushing back onto me with litte purrs and mews like a randy
cat. 'Finger me, finger me.' He whined and I did.

I had my finger in him lubricated with my bit of sun tan stuff until he was
loosened up just a little and slick. As his moans and groans turned to
pleasure rather than annoyance I slipped my finer free. He must have known
his time had come as he dragged a pillow down and rested his genitalia on
it and spread his legs. He was silent and also silently I bent over kissing
his sweaty neck on the edge of his thick blackhair and slowly lowering
myself between his well spread cheeks. I pushed up against his pucker and
parted it on a coating of spit and sun tan oil.

He tensed but remained silent still as my glans broached him and then
settled in his rectum only then did he give a little sigh and his body
relaxed. Encouraged I moved in further and then started to move to and
fro. He was alright I decided as he pushed up onto me and that released the
flood. I fucked him hard and he encouraged me all the way, moaning and
sobbing he pushed up hard against me until my pubics squashed against his
bottom.

'Yeah,' he craned his head around and I kissed him on the side of the
mouth. 'Gonna fuck you so bad for this, Bry,' he threatened.

'Goody,' I hauled him back up into a doggy and then did the thing with the
legs so that we were face to face and he was on his back under me.

'I haven't done it this way before.'

'You live and learn,' I smiled and began to move in and out. Right down to
the root and then out again as slow as I could manage. He screwed his face
up as I rutted in slow mo and then started to beg just as I'd hoped.

'Faster, faster, you bastard,' he grabbed my hips and tugged himself onto
my thrusts as I began. He wanted me and he was getting me. I nailed him
good and proper and he loved it. To his absoluted disgust he cum up on his
belly just before I did and I heard a few curses that were new to even
me. The point was I cum in him in the end in meaty splats and it was
trickling from his hole when I'd finished which is always the mark of a
good one.  'I've shot my bolt,' he managed a rueful laugh.

'Never mind, you've got all afternoon to recover,' I pulled an old sheet
over us and turned my back offering my back end. 'Just think sex.'

'Easy,' he snuggled in and I felt his warm breath on my neck.

He's soon recover and even as I slipped into one of those semi dozes I
could feel his cum stained belly against my back and his soft and flaccid
noodle get harder and harder.

I wouldn't have too long to wait.




						To be Continued.



Sorry about the delay with this one, I'm trying to do too many things at
once.

I also lost direction half way through this one but I think I'm back on
track now.

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