Date: Fri, 31 Jul 2009 21:35:01 +0100
From: Gary Cutter <gcutter66@gmail.com>
Subject: A PIECE OF CAKE - 23A

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



23A - The First Formers
          (Told by Jimbo)



by



G. Cutter



It was all set up, we had the two tents and the boys to do the donkey work
so Stage One was underway. Brian was supposed to be some sort of whiz in
the scouting world and I just hoped he knew how to put these damn things
up. The tents were bigger and heavier than I expected and our two little
blondies staggered under the weight and probably cursed Brian and myself
under their breaths. In the end we relented and shared the carrying as we
staggered to the end of the football pitches.  We had load of camping stuff
in the big store as the school was rather keen on getting the kids 'under
canvas' as they put it, manly and character building apparently.

I glanced at Brian and he smirked back, we had other things on our
mind. Unfortunately we, or the boys were humping four man tents as the
Matron had decided it was more fitting for the two older boys (Brian and I)
to sleep seperately from the youngsters (William and Harry). I think Mr
Holland might have had a say in that but never mind, we were down the side
of the football field where we would be in sight of the school but out of
sight of casual observation. We would feed, wash, etc at the school and
retreat there in the unlikely event of a monsoon or forest fire, the latter
being the more likely in view of the weather. The two boys sighed with
relief as Brian finally indicated the spot which he had cleared with the
gardener and a couple of mates. It was just clear of the treeline and
they'd bashed down the long grass and skirmished any windfalls so that it
was a clearing that might have been fresh from Treasure Island or similar,
nicely out of the way and once dusk fell almost invisible. We had a second
trip to do to get our bedding and odds and ends but the main challenge was
getting the tents up with the ever efficient Brian running things.

We had a break as the two lads were knackered and Brian and I sat propped
up against one of the bundles and they took the other. I just love kiddy
games, so subtle. Brian and I tried to peek up their shorts and I'm sure
that they were doing the same. I was sitting opposite Harry the slightly
shorter of the two and I swear he had no briefs on but I could have been
mistaken, he may have been wearing speedos as they spent most of their time
up at the pool.

'Come on then,' Brian gave a theatrical sigh. 'Let's get started.'

I was right, getting the damn things up was a nightmare as neither the kids
nor myself had a clue but we got there in the end. The second one was a lot
quicker and we all stood around admiring our handiwork although by now we
had a small audience taking the piss, Scipio and his little trollop and
Brian's mate, Josh, the acting Head Boy. Our two little blondies looked on
him as some sort of God which helped as I'd done a bit of a fix.

'We'll give you a hand with the bedding and whatnot,' Josh volunteered
himself and Scipio. 'You're splitting, a junior and a senior?' He looked at
us and this was the crunch, this was exactly the opposite to what the
Matron and probably Holland had organised but then again Josh was the Head
Boy.

'I thought I was sharing with Harry,' William looked up from his eyeballing
up Brian's shorts.

'Isn't it better if you share with a senior and then you can each learn
from each other?' Josh smiled. I notice he didn't say what the learning
would entail.

'Yeah,' I butted in. 'Harry can share with me and Will can bunk in with
Brian.' There was silence for a moment and then both boys shrugged with
assumed indifference. The crunch would come when we returned to the school
for the gear. It was then that they would run to Matron to complain and
have a whinge or maybe not... It was suck it and see time.

'There you go, that's fixed.' Josh grinned. 'Let's go and get the rest of
your gear.'  He took charge of the little ones and walked back with them
leaving Brian, Scipio, myself and the Blair kid to follow. An hour later we
were on our return trip and in spite of the Matron rolling up and having a
chat the boys said nothing. The plot was looking good. By the time we got
the bedding sorted out and some firewood collected it was time for tea and
catching up on some TV before the late meal.

The two boys, Harry and William had been pretty quiet earlier on but they
came out of their shells a bit now they were away from Matron. Both
complained that she was an 'old mother hen' and that they'd rather have
remained in the school with the other lads and both seemed intent on asking
Mr Holland for just that when our little camping saga was over. The other
thing that surfaced was that a few others got on the bandwaggon on the
camping namely Dominic and Tak from my class and Scipio and little Joe from
the Sixth. It sounded like a good idea to me and I had visions of orgies
under the stars but that's me.

After dinner we wandered back across to the tents, it was getting darker
now although we still had an hour or so of light. Scipio and Joe
accompanied us and helped us carry some of the stuff. We had two big
thermos full of cocoa and some more bedding as the boys had kept nattering
on about it getting colder. Mind you they were right as it did turn a bit
chilly overnight and our first task on getting back to our site was getting
a fire going... all very Boy Scouty and a good chance to get into a huddle.

I had my little radio and we sat around just gazing into the flames and
chatting away about school generally. I was pretty certain Holland was
unlikely to come acrosss and Matron certainly not. At one stage I wrapped
an arm around Harry's skinny shoulders and he cuddled in quite happily. I
saw Scipio and Joe getting a bit fruity with Joe boy seeming to be leading
the way and glanced at Brian, he just raised his eyebrows in despair.

'What if anyone asks us why we're not sleeping as we were told?' Harry
asked.

'No probs, blame Josh, he's the Boss Boy.'

'Ah, that's alright then,' he sighed in relief and I felt his smooth leg
against mine. 'Gonna be cold tonight.'

'I'll keep you warm.'

'That's what I'm worried about,' he whispered and grinned at me in the
fireglow. 'Well, I'm not worried 'cos Simon told us all about you lot.' His
voice had dropped to a whisper.

'Us lot?'

'You and Brian,' his leg pressed against me again but this time it was
deliberate.

'What's he been saying,' I cursed the little ginger nympho but then again
maybe he'd paved the way. The other thing was: What had they been upto with
Simon if anything? 'Simon's a pal of yours then?'

'Yeah, sorta,' he giggled. 'We go swimming together... and things.'

I kept my silence and contented myself with pressing my leg back against
his, it was a start after all. He was a bit like leprosy, he was growing on
me and I wondered what his little bottom and willy were like. I had the
funny feeling I was soon to find out.

By the time we got to the cocoa and biscuits stage Skip and Joe left us to
it, from the way they were carrying on I think they were heading for the
privacy of their cabin or whatever the Sixth called their little rooms,
never mind, Harry and I were retiring soon. In spite of the fire it was
getting chilly and Harry got up for an instant and grabbed a jumper. I saw
that Brian was cuddling William so he was doing alright. As we'd agreed,
nothing too speedy and no outright rape... these two were special cases but
then again if little Simon had been greasing the wheels who knew what may
develop.

'It's going to be cold out here tonight,' Harry mumbled.

'It was your bright idea,' I reminded him. 'Anyway, if we put our bedding
together we can share the duvets and blankets... and cuddle conserving body
heat.'

'And cuddle,' he giggled. 'That's what the girl said in The Day After
Tomorrow.'

'Do you want to play boys and girls?' I whispered.

'As long as I'm the boy,' he cackled making the other two look over from
their own little whispered conversation.

'Right,' I poured out the last of the cocoa and flashed up out little Gaz
lamp. 'I think we're going to bed now, it's getting too bloody cold to sit
out here.'

'It's only ten,' Brian slurped his drink.

'It's cold,' William supported his mate and in the end we decided to call
it a day. It was quite dark now and the fire wasn't going to last
forever. We racked it up making it safe and split for our own tents. We
both had these Gaz lamps which we'd been told would last a week at least
provided we used them sparingly, we had spare gas cannisters anyway but
these were up in the school store. Both boys went into the tents ahead of
Brian and myself as we dampened down the fire.

'What do you reckon?' Brian looked at me in the semi darkness.

'Easy,' I grinned. 'That bloody ginger prick Simon had been talking to them
so they're not completely innocent.'

'Far from it,' Brian grinned. 'Hey ho, let the snoggery commence... see you
in the morning'

'I set my alarm for seven so we can get into the bathrooms before the
others.'

'Good,' he turned to go and then turned back. 'I was thinking... perhaps we
can get them in one of the empty dorms tomorrow afternoon...'

'Sounds good,' I laughed and went to meet my tent mate, the start of an
aventure? The start of a disaster?

You had to bend almost double to get through the tent entrance and once in
it was pitch black. I hurriedly rescued the Gaz lamp from outside and
returned to find Harry in a shambles getting his bedding sorted out. Taking
the bull by the horns (cliche alarm!) I dragged the two sets of bedding
together and made up one big bed and I was delighted to say he didn't turn
a hair. Bed made at last we looked at each other and he slipped his shorts
off and then slipped into the bed complete in t-shirt, briefs and
socks. All that was understandable as it was quite cold now and I did the
same the only difference was that I disposed of my t-shirt. I could feel
his eyes on me in the sparse light and as soon as I was in he was snuggled
against me leeching my warmth. Mind you, I loved his wooly feet running up
and down my legs, sexy in a funny way. I took the plunge and wrapped one
arm around him pulling him in closer and slipped the other one up and under
his t-shirt feeling the smoothness and warmth of his gently rounded belly.

'You don't waste any time,' he giggled nervously in the near dark. 'Simon
said you were a lecher.'

'That was nice of him.'

'He likes you,' I saw his teeth gleam and his eyes sparkled as he
grinned. 'Reckon's you're great sex.'

'That's nicer of him but a bit of a gossip all the same.'

'You don't think Willy and I are daft do you?' He sighed as my hand drifted
down to his tiny cotton clad bottom. 'We know what you want.'

'Are we going to get it?' I rolled so that I was flat on my back and his
slighter form was on top of me. He must have felt my erection against his
tummy and I could certainly feel his and it wasn't quite the little bit of
string I was expecting. He moved against me as both my hands now cupped his
bottom feeling his springy little buns.

'Depends,' he murmured. 'Christ, it's cold in here.'

I ignored him and took the next step slipping my hands into the back of his
briefs and grasping his sweet cheeks again only this time in the flesh. A
bit of jigging and jiving and I had his briefs down to his knees and now I
could definitely feel his hard cock moving against my belly. I didn't know
if he could cum although I thought I felt a bit of smeary although that
could be my imagination. He made the second big step, he wriggled about and
I felt his small hands slip inside my own underwear and grab my cock and he
giggled again in the dim lamplight.

'Jeez... that's big... and hot... and fat,' his voice had dropped to a sexy
whisper. 'Simon likes it.'

'Fuck Simon,' I said brutally and attacked him whilst we still had the
light. No messing here, I got his t-shirt off and then completely removed
his briefs and he went with me all the way even tugging at my own clothing
until we were both completely naked except for our socks and snuggling back
into the warmth. The Gaz light was up by our heads set on it's dimmest glow
but just gave enough light to see what we were doing. 'Warmer now?'

'Yeah,' he writhed against me as I munched at his slender neck and
eventually I got onto his lips. There was a token resistance and we shared
our first kiss and my tongue slipped inside his mouth for the first
time. 'You taste of cocoa,' he spluttered and wrapped his legs around me so
that my hardness slipped up and under between his cheeks and must have
moved against his pucker. He'd lost it by now and still frantically fucked
gainst my belly until he gave a shuddering sigh and spasmed in what I took
to be a small boy climax. He went limp in my arms and I felt his breath
warm against my neck. 'Fantastic,' he whispered as I rolled so that he was
now on the bottom.

I took the chance to run my hand over my belly and felt it, the smear and
slipperyness of his cum, not what I'd call a proper cum but one all the
same. I rose under the bedding and tented it going down onto his still hard
noodle and sucked at his three inches of hard boyness (three inches was a
guess by the way). It was a nice mouthful and he immediatly started to fuck
upwards into my mouth.

'Slow down, soldier,' I spoke as he raised his knees either side of my
head. I grinned in the dark, he'd done exactly what I wanted so I took the
opportunity to lick my finger and stroke across his tight little pucker and
he flinched and jerked away.

'Simon said you'd go for it on the first night.'

'Go for what?' I asked trying to sound innocent.

'Go for a shag, you dirty sod,' he giggled. 'I don't fuck on my first
date.'

'Second?'

'Sounds about right,' he moved under me and I felt him tug and push so that
I was on my back again. That was OK, I knew where I stood now and fair's
fair, I was being a bit of an over eager beaver and he was a little
boy. Little boy or not he did what I'd done. He knelt up raising the
bedding in a tent inside the tent and ducked down onto my pride and joy. I
didn't really expect him to do it on his first date as he put it but he
went straight for the balls sucking and lapping at my scrotum and my
uptight nuts. 'Yummy, yummy,' he giggled. 'Bloody sight bigger than
Simon's.'

'You've done Simon?'

'Willy and I did suckies with him, no shagging though.'

'Aaah,' I lay back and let him get on with it. It seemed there was more
going on with the Rugrats that even Brian and I had suspected. That bloody
Simon had his sticky little fingers everywhere. I promised to give him a
shagging he wouldn't forget but I was on a loser, he was busy working his
way through the big dicks and probably had a boy fanny like the Channel
Tunnel by now. Anyway, back to little H.

He was good, he was damn good and must have had more practice than he
admitted. He finished with my balls and went upto my navel all the time
gently handling my cock keeping me on the boil but not enough to send me
over the edge. His sweet kisses and munching went upto my nips and he took
a swift kiss before going South again. This time he had to put me out of my
misery. I was leaking like a tap and he took a little suck as he came
across the first trace of precum on my belly.

'Yeuchy, you're ripe,' he muttered in the dark sounding remarkably adult.

'I'm going to pop,' I groaned jerking my hips upwards.

'Not yet,' he flashed me a grin and then holding my full blown hardness
upright slowly and sensually slipped his sweet lips over my bulging
glans. I was prepared to hang on a bit and enjoy and enjoy it I did. He was
good, damn good and he put heart and soul into it licking, lapping and even
a little kiss here and there. The attention he gave to my glans was
extraordinary, tongue around the rim, tickling the pee slit and constantly
sucking and slurping at my constant flow of precum but in the end he
stopped. 'Go for it,' he ordered and stroking my balls with one hand he
wanked me with the other keeping his hot, wet mouth over my knob all the
time with a gentle suction like a baby.

Even when I felt it cuming and I yelled out loud he removed his hands and
took it in right down into his throat as I felt the searing heat rush up my
shaft and the beautiful release as I blasted a gallon of thick juicy spunk
right down his gullet. He backed off a bit gulping and swallowing but
managed to take the second and third shots and then the rest of it
splattered on his cheek and jaw. It was a fantastic cum and he was a blower
extraordinaire. He lapped away quite happily at my overflow and lapped cum
from my navel until I dragged him up onto me and stuck my tongue down his
throat. He wriggled and giggled like a little loony and even started to
fuck against my belly again as I intruded a finger into his tiny hole. I
could really get to like little Harry, he was my sort of boy.

'You cum buckets,' he nibbled my ear.

'Not surprising with your sort of work out, you're a brilliiant blower.'

'Thank you, kind sir,' he giggled. 'I'd like to do that all again on or in
a proper bed sometime.'

'Tomorrow afternoon.'

'Where?'

'In one of the closed off dorms.'

'Brill. Get some of that slippery stuff Simon has and maybe I'll let
you...'

'Fuck?' I broke in.

'Maybe but Willi and I wanted to do it as a sorta twosome... you know,
watch each other.'

'What are you two, a pair of pervos.'

'Of course,' he giggled. 'It's warmer in here now.' He squeezed my penis,
the damn thing was already coming back to life. 'Whooo, you up for
seconds.'

'Possibly,' I gave him a big tongue slippery and gum numbing kiss and tried
to guide him down my body.

'No probs, Jimbo but... you gotta do me first.'



			    The Soap continues


A bit late with this one but I got a bit of a self inflicted medical thingy
- let's just say I didn't notice the word CONCENTRATED on the bottle.
Senility's really is Hell.  No real sex in this one but I'll remedy that in
Pt 23B.

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