Date: Thu, 18 Jun 2009 15:55:12 +0100
From: Gary Cutter <gcutter66@gmail.com>
Subject: A PIECE OF CAKE - 20C

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



20c - The Little Tea Leaf
          (Simon Ryder)



by



G. Cutter



'Where have you been then?'  The question came right out of the blue. I'd
had the shower and the group sex fest with the Fourth and had just entered
my own Dormitory. It was still pre reveille as we tended to call it and I
supposed everyone to be asleep. Peter Lark in the next bed certainly
wasn't, he peered at me bright eyed with curiosity as I took off my
dressing gown and sat on the edge of my bed in my pyjamas. My freshly made
bed as I suddenly remembered.

'Ah, stayed in the Fourth Form Dorm,' I lied.

'Thomas got the hump, he was going to send out a search squad,' Peter
grinned. Thomas Dover was the nominal Class Leader over the holidays and it
was part and parcel of his silly little job to make sure all we Thirds were
in our billet at bedtime.

''Yeah, I should have told him,' I muttered. 'I'll apologise later.'

'He'll be looking for more than an apology, Ginger,' Peter tittered. '

'Ah ha,' Thomas in the next bed to Peter suddenly sat up and looked at
me. 'The return of the Prodigal Son.' The other two awoke with the talking,
Paul and Luke tended to keep to themselves but sat up in bed eager to hear
what was going on. Suddenly it appeared everyone was on my case. 'I declare
a Court Martial.' Thomas looked at the others as they clambered from their
beds and they surrounded me. 'Anywone wanna bet a quid against me. I bet
the Ice Queen has been rumping all night.'

'Playing sticky fingers more like,' Peter sneered and snatched at my
dressing gown. The next thing I knew was that my gown was gone and then my
pyjama jacket. 'Hold his arms and legs,' Peter ordered and they threw me on
the bed as one of them held my arms above my head the others tugged my
trousers down leaving me fully naked.

'Shrunken balls indicate extreme use,' Thomas declared solemnly.

'Oh, bollocks,' Luke laughed. 'He might have just got rid of an early
morning glory.'

'True,' Thomas conceded. 'Flip him over.'

They did just that and I felt their eyes on my bottom. I was literally
pinioned, I couldn't move.

'Mmmm...' I felt lips on my cheeks and the lap of a tongue up my crack, it
was Thomas again. 'Let's have a peep.' He flathanded my cheeks apart
exposing my pucker and I knew the game was up. After the night and the
session in the shower it had to be red at the very least.

'Wow,' Paul spoke for the first time. 'We better not call you the Ice Queen
any more.'

'You could drive a bus in there,' Thomas muttered gently pressing on my
button and I felt my face burn crimson. 'Anyone got a hardon?'

'I have,' Peter sniggered. 'I'm as hard as a bloody rock.'

'Do it then,' Thomas ordered. 'Just to let Ginger know that if he spreads
it around he does it with his own class first.'

'Right.' I felt Peter kneel between my spread legs and then the coldness as
he smeared some lotion on my ring. 'You ready for this, Ginger?'

'It's Simon and you don't have to hold my arms.' Yeah, I'd given up, they
were up for an early morning laugh and I was it.

'Fair enough, Simon,' he whispered and bent over to kiss the back of my
neck. I also felt his slippery knob press between my cheeks which had
closed a little. I wasn't worried, after the night with Brian, Peter for
all his macho bit was peanuts. His slippery knob pressed against my pucker
and with a satisfied sigh he was inside me. It was nice, nicer than the
soapy one in the showers at least and surprisingly enough he was gentle
although he did go a bit frantic at the end. Naturally enough he gave me a
good morning load up my bum but to my bigger surprise they flipped me over
after that and big mouth Thomas got down on me and gave me a beautiful
blow. I didn't think I was going to cum but I did, no biggy but enough to
make him cough and gasp. All the while this was going on my 'mystery
twosome' were at each other and finished up naked on the next bed sucking
and wanking. Now I knew I was amongst a nest of my very own thirteen year
old pervos and I'd been missing out.

'Betcha working your way through a list,' Thomas surprisingly friendly at
last muttered as we occupied our own table for breakfast. 'Who's next?'

'Jimbo Fraser.' I answered without even thinking about it.

'He's good,' he remarked calmly. 'Very loving in spite of acting like a
slob.'

'Good,' I giggled. I could feel Peter's leg pressing against me on the one
side and Paul's on the other, a whole new world was opening up for me.

A couple of us helped Mr Holland clear out a classroom which took us until
lunchtime and after that our time was our own. Jim seemed to make a point
of avoiding me but I got a piece of paper passed from Brian and it just
said - Eleven pm, same place as Bri... J", that was good enough for
me. Honek also gave me a big grin as he served me at the servery and I got
all weak kneed, he was my ultimate. The trouble was that now I'd sort of
come out or made a few new close friends I fancied that everyone was
looking at me through fresh eyes. Here was a loner formerly called the Ice
Queen it seemed and now he was on the game, fresh meat in a manner of
speaking and to be perfectly honest I found it quite exciting. I even got a
crafty wink from Scipio the Italian Sixth Former and one of my mini
lusts. Who knew where it was going to end?

Of course, what I'd forgotten when I'd been captured in the showers the
three of them were bunking in with the Sixers, no doubt my reputation was
in tatters. It also brought the question: How did Brian get a night out, he
was supposed to be bunking with the Head Boy as I remembered.

I was knackered well and truly and decided that the best way of spending
the afternoon was to slip away and have a good kip somewhere. So, working
on the logic that my dorm pals would be about their monkey business I made
my way back to our dorm. The first thing I did was to split and move my bed
and shove my locker down by the window. There was no rule we all had to
sleep in a huddle and it gave me a bit of space, a bit of privacy as well
with the locker in the way. I just stripped down to my boxers as it was
warm and cracked open the window just a little to allow a breeze. Perfecto,
I flopped out onto my bed and went out like a light.

So much for privacy, I woke up groggy but someone was on my bed with me and
without making a song and dance about it I deduced it was one of my
form. Same height and same build, I found this out by just a bit of crafty
wriggling about. One thing was very obvious, I was laying on my side and
the intruder was spooned up behind me and I could feel a hardness pressing
against the seat of my boxers.

'You awake?' Now that's one of the dumbest questions in the world but I
just answered by wriggling my bottom back onto the hardness. It was Thomas
Dover and he must have come to claim his right as Duke of the Dorm or
whatever, I felt his hands at my waistband and my boxers were shucked down
leaving my bum bare and then I felt the press of his hard boy cock between
my cheeks.

'You'd better put something on that Tom, I ain't taking it raw.'

'Good boy, Ginger,' I heard him uncap something, the crafty bastard had
come prepared and I flinched a little as I felt some slippery lotion
between my cheeks and he made a couple of gentle strokes across my pucker
just feeding a little of the stuff into my hole. I didn't mind Tom, I quite
liked him in fact and he was no giant cock, same as me I suppose. 'You're
in for a fat cock tonight.Jimbo's pretty big.'

'I'll worry about that later. How's about a nice normal cock this
afternoon?'

'Grrr...' He giggled and slipping his greasy hand into the front of my
boxers cupped my balls and with his other hand guided his hot boy cock
between my cheeks. It's amazing but I was finding out that no matter how
small they were they all felt bloody huge and his was no exception. His
glans popped me with no problems but as he pushed home he semed to fill me
like a huge sausage and this kid was small compared to Brian for
example. The thing was he stopped half way in and then slowly fucked the
rest of it in and I actually lay there and enjoyed his greasy member
between my cheeks and up my bottom. I also liked the sweet kisses and
little sucky suckies on the side of my neck as he gradually melded into me
so that we were one. I tugged my boxers off and rolling onto my belly
parted my legs and he moaned his appreciation as he slowly fucked me. No
rush or panic this was a leisurely afternoon joining and he seemed to like
it as much as I did.

I banished thoughts of sleep from my mind and concentrated on pushing up
onto his thrusts which became easier as the lube worked in and he got more
and more worked up.

'Ginger...' He wailed at last and I felt his boyhood jerk inside me as he
spunked into my greasy and now moist hole. To cap it all off with his oily
hand on my cock I too squirted which must have made us soul brothers. We
lay there in a sticky mess for a while and he carefully slipped out of me
and lay on my back with his limp noodle nestling into my crack. 'The
grapevine tells me you're tackling the famous Jimbo tonight...'

'Yeah, you know that,' I said shortly.

'And then?' He kissed the side of my sweaty neck. 'Something a bit bigger?'

'Honek,' I admitted. 'I've got a bit of a lust on him.'

'Good for you,' he rolled onto his back and gazed at the ceiling. 'I've got
a bit of a lust going for someone.'

'Can I ask...'

'You,' he giggled. 'I always thought you were one of these homo bashers.'

'Jeez,' I'm not big enough to bash pussy.'

'All the same nice to find out that my lust is, er...'

'Easy?'

'You said it. I didn't,' he laughed. After a long pause he turned in to
look directly at me. 'Is it alright if I move my bed down here, with you.'

'I thought you were with Peter Lark.'

'Just an alliance,' he grinned. 'It was only because of the painting party
we got together, he's got his own little lusts. a sorta shopping list like
you.'

'Yeah, I'd like you to,' I saw the puzzled look on his face. 'Move down
here with me.'

'Great... and put in a good word for me with Jimbo although he has sampled
the old...' He slapped his bottom making his message clear.

That was it. I had a boyfriend or as near as you could have in a place like
that. We moved his bed and locker down and by the time the others showed
their faces for teas we were firmly in charge of the window bay end. Peter
Lark said nothing and from his attitude I think he'd been making his way
with the remaining two Paul and Luke who I knew for sure were a pair. They
must be cooking up a threesome but I didn't care, I'd swagged Thomas Dover
the biggest fish in our little pond.

We all sat around in the period bewteen the so called tea and dinner and
had a natter, it was remarkable how the others opened up after the
morning's episode and I found that Paul and Luke had been at it for a year
and I hadn't really noticed. Other names were mentioned but they were on
holiday. They all had 'wish lists' like myself and we happily bandied
senior boy's names around and the general hot 'wants' were Scipio, the
Italian, the Thai kid in the Fifth and surprisingly enough the long dark
haired chef, Dave. Peter had a longing for one of the eleven year olds
called Willy... well, that was Peter.

The day wore on and I got more and more excited as bedtime arrived. At
least I needn't worry about my dorm any more, in fact, I saw Peter slip
away just before lights out so he was clearly fraternising with a someone
somewhere. I gave Thomas a snuggle and a snog before departing and then it
was the familiar creep down the poorly lit corridor to the secret spot
which I was beginning to think wasn't all that secret.

'Come on,' Jimbo whispered urgently from the window bay. 'I've been here an
hour playing with myself.'

'You should be pretty ripe then,' I giggled as I clambered over the bed to
find him sprawled out on the floor. He was a sight for sore eyes in the
poor light making it's way through the part open window. His fat cock was
fully erect sticking up from his black bush and it's head was shiny as he
slowly worked his forekin up and down.

'This is twoway?' I asked nervously. I wasn't having him shoving that thing
in me and doing a runner.

'The only way,' he held his hand out and dragged me down. 'I like
undressing little boys,' he gigled. 'Lay still.'

It was fun and I must admit I got the giggles as he slowly undressed me
sucking and nibbling at all my bits until I was squirming around eager for
the action. I grabbed his hardness but he warned me to take it easy as he
was 'ready to pop' as he put it. I said that was a shame as I'd heard he
was a right Romeo but he grinned and told me that the second would last
longer... He finally got me naked and got me on my belly with my legs
parted, so, nothing new there. I was getting quite used to doing the
passive bit but still enjoyed the part where his hot breath and even hotter
tongue were felt in my crack. He pressed my cheeks well apart and attached
my pucker with his slippery and flickering tongue until I was all slippery
and twitchy. It was only then that I felt a finger enter and probe finding
my prostate and really sending me over the edge. This Jimbo really knew
what he was doing and wound me up like an old clock. I was squirming around
and shoving my bum up lost in the moment. I really wanted him in me, I was
so hot and randy I was on the verge of popping myself and he hadn't even
touched me around the front.

The moment came at last as he shoved a pillow under my groin elevating may
arse and spreading my legs. A final kiss spot on my slippery pucker and I
felt his bulging and oozing knob press against me. I steeled myself and
thought: 'God, Queen and Country' as the pressure built and then I opened
up to his mass and felt his hot prong edge it's way through my well
stretched pucker. 'Yaaaahh...' I bit the bedding but he kept going until
the pain eased and he was in me... then he began.

Slow and regular strokes of his fat cock filled me until I felt his crisp
pubics mashed against my bottom and the full length nestled inside me and
his hot kisses on my neck had me all asquirm again. 'Yesss...' He hissed
and pressed in even harder. After the initial entry I was fine and tried to
squeeze on him to make it more fun. It must have worked as he gave groans
of appreciation and started to fuck. God, it this was big I had to have
more. I felt so bloated and so satisfied. The thought of Honek's sixer
inside me make me weep onto the pillow under my hardness, I pushed up and
Jimbo went for gold. He fucked me hard and almost brutally but I knew he
wanted a quick fix, his second would be slower and more romantic
(hopefully). He hammered my poor bottom mercilessly until I felt his hot
juices splash and splatter into my belly. He'd cum like a donkey and he
continued to move in and out of the mess as I lay there totally shattered.

The downside was that I'd cum myself. As he'd climaxed within me I'd also
shot my bolt onto the pillow beneath and was pissed off to say the least. I
told him my sorry tale and he slid free and flipped me over. He immediately
ducked his head and sucked and lapped at my cuming until I was clean and
hardening up again.

He was good and he knew what a bargain was as he played with me, he even
finger fucked my squishy fanny until I hardened up again and my scrotum was
back to normal. He kept going and in the end I think I was fully
restored... Well, you know what I mean. We had a session of kissy kissy and
I knew he was giving me time and in the end I was recovered enough to push
him over and take my chance. He chuckled softly as I tried to raise his
legs to expose his sweaty hole but in the end did the knees to chest bit
and I went for it.

I fucked him and I don't know how he felt about it but his legs pressed
against my sweaty back as I hammered into his surprisingly tight little
bottom. He moaned and groaned as I attacked him like a horde of sex starved
savages if one kid can do that. At last and after a great deal of flying
sweat and effort I surprised myself by doing a decent cum which he seemed
to like from his kisses and hugging. The one thing I did notice and that
was the more I fucked the harder his penis got as I jolted his balls and my
belly brushed against it.

I wasn't really surprised that when it was all over and I lay on my back,
smelly and sweaty in my own funk he promptly got between my legs and lifted
them to my chest.

'Let's have a rest,' Jim,' I moaned as I saw him hovering over me. 'I'm
fucked.'

'You said the wrong thing there, Ginger,' he giggled and I felt the press
of his bulbous knob against me. This time it just opened me up and slipped
into my messy bottom. He was taking messy seconds on his own firsts if you
can work that one out and he seemed happy enough as he sighed his
satisfaction as he slipped inside me. 'After this one you'll be fucked.'

We must have set some sort of a record and it was certainly one to tell the
clan about back in the form. He fucked me four times although I only
managed two in addition to the initial 'accident'. I was walking bow legged
for the rest of the day and he was walking around with a big grin on his
face like the King of the Castle. Good advertising I suppose and I could
see from various boy's faces that doors were opening all around me... back
doors hopefully.


							To be continued.


Part D: Ginger Simon finally gets his Honek and maybe a bit more.

Bad week this week on the writing front and this will probably be the only
release unless I manage to complete something this evening (Wed) after a
visit to my Doctor.

Some Comments:

DAILY TELEGRAPH... Public School Masters expenses exposed. Fifty Pounds for
virgin eleven year old.

GUARDIAN... Short on literary merit but strong on action.

SYDNEY HERALD... Pommie Poofs Pummel Pre-Teens Puckers.

NEW YORK TIMES... Brit Fags juice their juniors... what's new with that
bunch of decadents.


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