Date: Thu, 7 May 2009 19:03:32 +0100
From: Gary Cutter <gcutter66@gmail.com>
Subject: A PIECE OF CAKE - 19B

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



19B - The Painting Party
           by Jim Fraser.



by



G. Cutter



I suppose Brian's account of the first day was pretty kosher. I was
interested and was lining up the two kids from the Third for a snatch and
grab but things went all to cock. It was like the start of The War of the
Worlds... you know, the bit where the voice over tells us that 'eyes from
another planet were watching us', sorta thing. I was so busy doing a little
planning with Brian that I didn't even realise that Karl was stalking
me. We'd got on well over the weekend, we'd wanked and I'd given him a
blow, I didn't realise he wanted more, much more. We went on the boiler
room get togethers as youll have read a lot earlier in this saga but he'd
never shown much interest in shagging, everything else, but not actually
bum plundering. All that was to change.

By the time we got back to the school and had lunch I was feeling pretty
well knackered. For one, I wasn't actually used to manual work, none of us
were and sloshing paint brushes around for the best part of four hours sure
tired the arms. Of course, getting shagged at the end of it was a bit
wearing although I was more used to sex than painting. It seemed from what
went on we had a good, versatile and ready to spread it around team and I
lay in the empty dorm dozing for the afternoon. Dominic and the Thai had
eloped somewhere, they clearly had a hideaway but I wasn't going to hassle
them, I'd bide my time. I'd seen Brian chatting Honek lunchtime but he did
a runner soon after so I guessed he was building on his forenoon's
contacts. The Blair twins had ate with their Sixth Formers and I hoped they
just hadn't said too much. Anyway, that night I slept with Karl for the
first time. The other two were keen enough on pushing their beds together
so we decided to try it. I mentioned mixed doubles to Karl and he said
maybe in a week or so, Dom was clearly infatuated with the swish Thai kid,
Trak... mind you he was a beauty.

The next day was the same routine, brilliant sun and hot even that early in
the morning. We worked through until ten and had a chilly fizzy break. Karl
showed his leadership and began a lecture. I think most of us ignored him
as he did like his lectures. Well the Thirds carried on whispering
throughout in their corner and the Blair brothers just gazed into
space. Brian and I gave each other crafty glances until the word 'bath' was
mentioned.

'Go back, go back,' one of the Blairs piped up. 'We missed that bit.'

'I was saying that if we press on we're far ahead enough to bring the bath
forward to eleven thirty and go for firm pairs.

'Firm pairs?' Peter or Thomas squeaked.

'Yeah,' Karl grinned. 'If we all want to play.' He pulled some white cards
from his pocket, each of the seven had one of our names on it. 'I call it
Pot Luck which is hardly original ,' Karl grinned. 'I just need all of you
to agree.' We did with the two Thirds finally giving nods of their heads.

'Two pairs and one threesome?' I asked being one jump ahead.

'Yeah,' Brian agreed with me and Karl just nodded.

'Peter's the youngest, he can deal... two cards, then another two and then
turn over the three. No peeping and no fucking around.'

Peter went the deepest shade of red but rose to the challenge making sure
everyone saw that he was being very honest with his dealing. He clumsily
shuffled the seven cards and then dealt two out onto the small table we
were gathered around.

'You're supposed to turn them over, Pete,' Thomas his form mate grinned.

Peter cautiously turned one card over, Thomas and then the other, Karl.

'Two more,' Karl demanded.

'Me,' Peter squeaked as he turned his first card and then slowly turned the
other card over. 'Him,' he looked at me and burst out giggling.

'Pete and Jimbo,' Karl declared. 'Gotta leave the Blair boys and Brian.'
The three looked at each other and I guess they were happy enough, they
were all the Sixers pets for the holiday after all. I suspect they'd all
been at each other before now but I had Peter... the youngest and the
smallest of the bunch. Me and my big dick that was. I looked at him and he
looked at me with a nervous smile on his pretty face. With a stretch he
could have been one of those little Italian bambinos or whatever they call
them, I was captivated and I was going to teach this boy the ways of
love. Zowee!

We continued with out painting and Karl removed the Blairs from the trolley
thingy, the acess tower and started them on the low level stuff, under the
benches and whatnot. We were getting on well and even with the extended
bathtime we were on top line for our four day finish and small
bonus. Emulsioning is easy when you get the hang of it, just don't put too
much on the brush and don't wave the bloody brush about.  We didn't even
use rollers, we hand painted the lot and did just fine. This time Karl had
the bath going nice and early and sure enough at eleven thirty called a
halt. The ceiling bouys were a bit messier this time but I had a sneaky
idea this was a ploy, the more of the glop on them the more they had to be
manhandled by the rest of us. Weird, bent and very nice... the two Thirds
make a pleasant contrast with the Blair boys. Even with their smaller
dickies I'd like to have had some pictures of them in a foursome, a perfect
colour contrast as all the sex bits were about the same size.

I had a plan with Peter. I always have a plan. I wasn't going to embarass
him in front of his form mate and the others but I was gpoing t ask him for
an afternoon date, I could comandeer one of the empty dorms like Brian had
yesterday. Then again we had the run of the grounds and perhaps some
sunbathing was the way to go. Most of the 'lodgers' seem to mess around in
the mornings and then devote the afternoon to lounging around the
school. Mind you the exceptions were the interesting ones and being a nosey
bugger I would start doing a bit of the old Sherlock Holmes when this
painting job was done.

We finished and then it was the mad scramble to throw off paint stained
clothing and slide into the hot water. No false modesty this time and
little pixy Peter came straight to me and snuggled in like a pet cat.

'Wanna play it cool and slide away somewhere this afternoon after lunch?' I
wrapped my arms around him feeling the smoothness and tightness of his
little bottom as he wroggled against me.

'Of course,' he grinned. 'Thomas snuck away with Brian yesterday.'

'I worked that one out,' I smiled down at him. 'I was thinking something
more open air, take some stuff to lie on and go across the sports fields.'

'Do it in the open,' he gasped.

'We're not going to have an audience,' I laughed. 'Anyway, the further from
the school the better.'

'OK,' he agreed and I felt his busy hand on my erection. I had no intention
of taking him in the bath but just to get him excited a bit. Maybe drain
him so he got a taste of a Jimbo blow... one of the best. I positioned him
by the steps so that his four inch peg was sticking up clear of the water
and dropped to my knees. 'Dive, dive, dive,' he whispered.

'What?'

'That's what they say in submarines,' he giggled. 'My dad's the Exec on a
nuke,' he exclaimed proudly.

'Better check out your torpedoe then,' I skinned his foreskin back exposing
his dark red glans and took a lick. Just the faintest taste of boy cum but
enough to get me sucking and soon I had a pair of slippery sallow brown
cheeks in my hand and was working my mouth up and down on his noodle which
was getting harder and harder. I saw at the other end of the bath Karl had
Thomas seated on the side of the bath and was doing the same as I was and
had probably come to the same arrangement. Brian and the Blair boys were
just fucking around, I expect they also had something planned for the
afternoon. I didn't care, I was falling in love with Peter's sunburnt brown
body, in another couple of weeks he'd look like a sooty. The other thing
was that he was so willing, I knew from Brian that the pair weren't exactly
virgins but when I slipped a finger inside Peter he started to shag my
mouth like a maniac.

When he'd squirted I'd intended to get dried off and changed but he had
other ideas, he just propped me up against the wall and kneeling in the
warm water took me in hand and into his mouth. Damn, that kid was good. God
knew what those Third Formers got upto but he lapped and sucked like a
right little queenie, he also slipped a finger up into my bum so he wasn't
that much of a girly boy. I had the feeling that provided we picked our
spot well we were going tohave a good afternoon.

Rare for me, I was a bit embarassed with a child sucking my cock but I
managed to get over it when I saw the others performing and grabbed Peter's
head and fucked his face good. He did well and in the end gave me the
cheekiest grin as he gulped and swallowed my cum down without missing a
drop. Well, he did, but the dribbles at the side of his mouth I cleaned up
with my tongue.

We did our usual half shamed and half proud breakup after that and wandered
over for lunch. We were a bit more punctual this time around and I saw Mr
Thomas grab Karl and chat him up, probably for a progress report I guess. I
said hello to my favourite chefs and introduced Peter who was shadowing me
like he was scared to lose me. I got a few raised eyebrows there, they
probably thought I'd gone into cradle snatching. I was feeling quite
pleased with myself, if Peter was ha;f as willing as Thomas had been with
Brian I was in for a fun time. We scoffed lunch down at a warp speed and
after nicking a couple of counterpanes from an empty dorm were on our way
and yeah, I did have my sun tan lotion.

We walked all the way across the sports field into the rough grass where
the groundsman's work ended. There was a band of this very long stuff like
corrn. You know what I mean, the stuff comes upto your waist and you can
pull the tops off which you can throw like arrows. I don't know what you
call it but the tops stick to your clothing and are bloody prickly, you're
also supposed to keep your dogs away so someone somewhere must know what I
mean... Anyway, this stuff ended at a treeline and then a chain link fence
so we flattened an area enough for our bedding which we spread out. It was
well out of the way, in fact it was one of the least used areas on the
field and most of the kids would be swimming anyway. No one would come from
the treeline as that was well secure and provided a good screen from the
road. Finally, we were laying on the ground surrounded by three feet high
grass, we had our nest.

'Here we are,' Peter said nervously, took a final peek around and fell onto
the counterpanes and me. 'Just you and me.'

'You and I.'

'Whatever,' he squealed as I wrapped my arms around him, it was hot but
there were a few clouds around to mask the sun now and then but we didn't
care. We undressed each other until we were both naked and just lay there
snoggling and playing around for a while. I loved it, the silence only
broken by buzzing thingies and the feel of Peter's firm young flesh against
mine. We were both dark skinned and he was more sunburned than I was so the
suntan stuff was a waste of time but I needed it for something else.

'That's so big,' he murmured and held my penis sllowly skinning the
foreskin right back so that the glans bulged, he smirked when a bead of cum
oozed from my pee slit. Ducking his head he lapped it up and then sank his
mouth over my warm flesh. He shuffled around so that he was more or less
laying at right angles to me and surprise, surprise I could hold his firm
young meat. He was hard as hard could be and I decided to cary out my
plan. Nothing extraordinary with this one, it was to let him have a bite of
the cheery first in a manner of speaking. I found it always helps with
youngsters to let them go first then they don't feel used... well, it's a
theory and it seems to work. Once they'd shagged you they feel they've had
their share and that's most important with kids like Peter. These worst
thing is to let them think that you're after their arse and that's it.

'Do my back,' I handed him the sun glop and rolled onto my belly.

'You're nice and brown, you don't need it.'

'My bum needs it,' I opened my legs. Jeez, this kid was thick, how many
hints did he need. I pushed my bottom up intothe air and he finally stroked
it and I then felt the coldness of the oil across the small of my back.

'Wicked,' he began to run the stuff in and then started to massage my
cheeks in a rotary motion as if trying to blend two lumps of dough. 'Whoo,
what's in here,' he giggled and I felt his fingers delve into my
crack. Openeing up I admitted him and then he got the message. He squirted
oil between my cheeks and delved deep.

'Not too much,' I warned and hoisted my bottom up a little making an offer
he couldn't refuse.

'Shall I?' He whispered.

'Get between my legs,' I turned my head and then suddenly changed my
mind. I flipped over and ignoring his protests dragged him between my open
legs again but this time stared up at him. 'Come on lover,' I raised my
elgs and dragged him in. OK, so he hadn't fingered me or any of that caper
but he was ready and so was I. I was sweaty and there was enough of the
glop around to ease his passage, my passage really. I guided him in and he
leant in dropping his face to mine for a kiss. As I placed his bulging
little glans at my hole he just gave one firm push and he was inside me.

'God,' I groaned. It is a fact of life that no matter how small they are
they all feel like steel pipes when they come in from the front and he was
no exception. He drove straight in virtually falling onto me still kissing
but with his hips slowly moving to and fro until he could go no further.

'This is so hot,' he breathed into my mouth. 'I never realised you'd be so
tight.'

'Well, thanks for that... I think.' I groaned and moved my legs out so that
they rested on his buttocks as he moved up and down. 'Fuck me, Peter the
Poof.'

'I'm not a poof,' he squealed and then started to fuck just to prove his
point. I did all the bloody work by the way, I changed position and pushed
him up so that he was truly superior to me and shagging downwards. Poor
little bugger, the sweat was flying off him and I thought he was going to
pass out but he rammed and thrust his way to a decent climax and I clamped
hard at the end when I felt his warm squirts splash inside me. He was done,
he gave a tired smile and rolled off and out of me wrapping his arms around
my body. 'That was bloody brill.' His cum stained noodle was stuck to his
belly and I contented myself with raising up on one elbow and stirring the
limp meat with one finger.

'You did well, Peter,' I lightly kissed him and he grinned proudly. That's
another thing with youngsters, always compliment them.

'You doing it from the front or the back?'

'How do you want me to do it?'

'Like we just did it but you gotta stop if it hurts,' his voice was shaky
but he looked determined. I think it was because his mate Thomas had scored
with a bigger boy yesterday and he wanted to do the same. Peer pressure I
suppose you'd call it, I was all for it. Fuck me, I was a Fifth Former it
was down to me to help my juniors. I told him to take his skinny legs up
and expose his bottom which he did and I applied glop to his nut brown
ring. He was incredibly tight but his perspiration and my finger soon eased
the way and he began to wriggle on my digital probing (like that?) giving
little groans and sighs as I moved in and out of his tight little
passage. He jumped a bit when I tried two fingers but he accepted them
after a bit of moaning and I let him settle down. I knew I had a big prick
and it was fatter than most, I certainly didn't want to hurt him, I wanted
him to like it and come back for more.

'You ready?' I hovered over him with my oiled cock swinging and felt like a
bloody great vampire about to swoop on the village virgin but I was well
aware that this kid was no virgin. 'Let me impregnate you with my love
juice.' I murmured still in vampiric mode.

'You're a fuckin' lunatic,' he remarked in his best public school
accent. British at it's best I thought as I steadied my oozing glans at his
twitching pucker and gently pushed. I think he was about to yell out but I
smothered his mouth with mine sliding my forked tongue (sorry, still in
vampire mode) in deep seeking his tonsils. He struggled and bleated into my
mouth but he was well and truly pinned and he was so bloody tight he was a
miracle on skinny legs. I moved in deeper and then took a coule of slow
moves feeling the tensenes drain from him and then his arms and legs bound
me in. We were OK.

'Orrite, Pete.'

'I'll live,' he grinned and clamped his sweet fanny on my slowly moving
meat. My balls were uptight already and I was determined I had to have
more. I started to move faster and he groaned and wriggled around but took
it all until I was slapping my belly against his balls and he was even hard
again. 'Go, go, go...' He hissed as I fucked and I did. When I cum it was a
good one for me and a good one for me is a 'cum superior' for the hoi
poloi. I lay on him with my cock pumping and filling him and he lay there
like a dead man or boy.

'Beautiful arse action.' I nearly decapitated myself turning my head to see
who had spoken and it was Tak the Thai from my form. His buddy Dom was
standing there with a big grin on his face.

'Mind if we join you?' Dom said and flopped one side of us and Tak sat the
other side.

I was going to tell them to fuck off as it was a private party but when
you're stuck up inside a thirteen year old it's a bit difficult being
assertive. Peter was looking a bit scared, in fact, he looked terrified so
I resumed my slow shag into his already spunked hole. The rest of the
afternoon could prove interesting but you'll have to wait and see.



			     To be continued.



Well, we're limping along but I shall be bringing back the older boys and
the chefs once I've cleared the Painting Party away. Maybe a Midnight Fuck
Fest down by the swimming pool or up on the roof. I've got a mob of horny
boys and youth all wanting some of the action so it's a bit hard fitting
them all in.

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