Date: Fri, 25 Sep 2009 15:03:27 +0100
From: Gary Cutter <gcutter66@gmail.com>
Subject: A PIECE OF CAKE - 25B

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.

Enjoy. If you have spare please donate a little cash to NIFTY. Keep NIFTY
free and keep NIFTY alive.

GCutter66@gmail.com

Some long time readers will recognise the visitor as 'DANNY' from the
Adult/Youth Section (14 June 04).  Part of this episode is a reworking of
that, he's worth a second outing.



A PIECE OF CAKE



25B - The Cricket Match
          (Told by Good 'Ol Jimbo)



by



G. Cutter



I stretched and yawned, another day another dollar as they say. My week as
batboy to Dicky the Relief Master was over, I think I'd done him well as
far as sleeping partners were concerned although he did pretty well on his
own. Today was his big day, we were hiring out the cricket pitch to a local
team and an outer London team. Boring... I hear you say and rightly so. I
hate cricket with a passion although I like my footy and the occasional
rugby we mess about at. Anyway, along with Dicky's other mates I'd been
roped in but only to keep the bar clean and tidy, this meant just flitting
about during the post match drinkies and collecting glasses and clearing
ashtrays as smoking was allowed out in the beer garden.

I kicked Brian to wake him up and get rid of him, it's OK sleeping with
'close' chums over the holidays but it still doesn't do to be caught in bed
with them. He mumbled as he always does and tried to slide under the duvet
but I was wise to that one, I hopped out and stripped the bedding off
causing a commotion. Dominic and his Thai pal laughed like drains in their
joint bed but stayed where they were... bold sluts.

At breakfast my Dicky Lodge was looking a bit limp, instead of doing the
Friday with him I'd managed to get the brothers Andy and Joe to entertain
him. The litle ravers must have worn him out as he was almost comatose
which is a cracking word but one which suits. Immediately after breakfast
he gathered his team as he called us together and went over the dreary
routine again. I managed to make my escape and wandered over to the
Pavilion. I bumped into Seb the groundsman's sidekick doing his final
preparations and had a bit of a chat. Method in my madness, I had the hots
for the Seb, I knew he wouldn't be lingering once the match got going but
we'd broken our duck the previous day so we were old pals now. We would get
together again it was in the stars but for now I was on an adventure. Every
cricket match we'd had there brought fresh faces and most cricket teams
have their supporters; mums and dads, girlriends and kids... especially
kids. OK, so most were related to the players but not all of them watched
the cricket, they were as bored and up for a laugh as I was. I arranged to
meet up with Seb on the Monday for some instruction as I was putting myself
up as a grounds enthusiast which was a poor excuse for getting close to the
delicious Seb and the main groundsman was on holiday for the following
week. Loads of time for us to duck and dive, jig and jive.

The opposing teams rolled up in the middle of our lunch break so things got
a bit confusing. Josh, Scipio and Kosty were helping Dicky and naturally
enough their cabin mates were helping out so I mingled with the cricketers
trying to look helpful. There were some wives accompanied by anklebiters
plus the normal Club supporters from both sides and the like so our tea
ladies started dishing out cups of splosh and Mr Harris who was doing bar
opened up with Josh helping out. Only soft drinks and munchies for the time
being but as the sun got higher and hotter no doubt the booze would begin
to flow. It was all very jolly and scruffy posh, this wasn't major league
but amateur and these people were out to soak up sun and watch their
partners make fools of themselves. That wasn't to say the serious ones
weren't there but they were in a minority, with the sum blazing down I
think most of them wanted the match over and to get into the bar.

I saw the delicious Seb before he left and tried to entice him into a
snuggle somewhere but he told me he had to help out at home which I had to
swallow, I could hardly call him a liar. However, he did say that Mr Lodge
was quite interested in getting a match going on maybe Monday or
Tuesday. maybe nine man teams or something similar but he said that he
would see me Monday if I was interested. Was I interested? Of course, I
was, I promised to bring Brian along which made his eyes light up. Anyway
back to the event.

I spotted one kid right from the start. A real weirdo, he just seemed to be
wandering about getting in the way. He seemed to belong to the Kingston
Eleven who were the official 'away' team but no way was he part of the team
if you know what I mean. The term 'camp follower' sprang to mind and I saw
him deep in conversation with a much older guy, a scorer by the looks of
all the biros and pencils. That's the thing about cricket, scoring is an
art and there is a class of complete wally (both male and female) a bit
like trainspotters who seem to think it's some sort of calling or
discipline... sad pillocks. How can you find scoring a cricket match
interesting? Answers on a postcard to: 'Who Gives A Shit, Guildford Post
Office.

Anyway, this kid and he was a skinny one looked to be around sixteen or so,
I'm not good with ages but he certainly wasn't what I'd call a manly kid,
he was a boyish kid if you know what I'm babbling on about.The other thing
that set him apart a little was that he was dressed like a muppet amongst
all the whites, flannels, and summery dresses worn by the females I hasten
to add. He had a grubby t-shirt on and jeans that had seen better days, it
was difficult to see where he fitted in but he was strangely attractive and
my damn hormones stepped up a rung. I was interested or maybe I was just
curious, I have been told I'm a nosey brat before now.

The match got going around one o'clock and I soon sussed out I was
redundant, maybe when the match was over and the drinking began but until
then I was floating around like a spare prick at a wedding. I did notice
that this skinhead kid seemed to be floating as well and after a while he
started to follow me around like a dog. Even Josh who was propping up the
bar and having a crafty lager commented on it.

'You've got an admirer, Jim my boy.'

'Yeah, cheers,' I snorted but then a giggle never did any harm.

'Chat him up, he could be the raver of your dreams.'

'You're the raver of my dreams, Josh,' I smiled sweetly and that one was a
conversation stopper. All the same I approached the kid who was messing
around on the pool table and had a word.

'Hi, who's side are you on?'

'Kingston's I suppose. My grandpa is one of their scorers.'

'Ah,' I tried to look smart. 'A family thing then?'

'Not really,' he laughed and had a little twinge, he was quite good looking
in a street arab sort of way, definitely not one of us posh boarding school
types unless he got a scholarship by some miracle. 'I stay with my grandpa
most weekends and cricket's his thing. Cricket on Saturday and bloody
Sunday as well if he can get away with it.'

'Sad,' I sniffed.

'Yeah, right,' he grinned. 'So what you doing here?'

'I'm the potman and ash tray king but no one's smoking or drinking yet.'

'Later,' he declared confidently/

'Right,' I looked at him and suddenly had an idea. 'I think I'll wander
over the school and have a shower and lie down, this sun's a killer.'

'It is,' he agreed and tugged his t-shirt up right above his nipples and
wiped sweat from his narrow chest. Well, it wasn't all that narrow, it was
quite nice really. 'Can I come over with you?' He suddenly asked. 'I've
never been inside one of these elite gaffs.'

'It's not all that elite,' I managed to answer. Jeez, was he coming onto me
or what? I was back to being confused. 'Won't you grand daddy mind you
pissing off?'

'Nah, he grinned. 'He's lost in his bloody cricket.'

'I was thinking of having a shower and a snooze,' I said again, I tried to
put him off but not really... it's difficult to explain. I wanted to swag
him away but I wondered if I was reading things all wrong, you know the
body language and all the rest of it. He looked like a boy slut, he acted
like a boy slut... but was he or was he just demented or even a piss taker?

'I don't mind,' he grinned. 'I can join you, if you've got a spare towel.'

'Join me in what, the shower or the snooze.'

'Whatever turns you on,' he laughed and did his shirt lifting thing again.

'Come on then,' I rasped and off we went. I gave Josh a thumbs up as we
went out .

'So, what's your name? He asked as we walked skirted the outfield and then
walked across the football pitches.

'Jimbo or Jim, take your pick. Yours?'

'Danny or Dan, take your pick,' he grinned. 'It's nice here,' he looked
around as we walked. 'All our schools are on holiday.'

'So's Anselms. We just have a few lads and teachers who stay every
holiday... parents abroad and that sort of thing.'

'Oh,' he replied clearly not understanding the setup very well. 'It must be
spooky just a few of you rattling around in that great place,' he eyed the
school as we got closer.

'We find things to do.'

'Betcha do,' he giggled.

I took him in through one of the side doors, there's being blatant and
being bloody silly and I didn't want one of the masters seeing me dragging
in a bit of stray. He was all eyes as we scuttled through the Main Hall and
headed for the dormitory wing. Thankfully the place was deserted, some
would be watching the match with others down the pool but I'd given that a
wide berth on the way in. Maybe we could have a swim after but my
destination was the showers opposite my hideaway and that was the empty
dorm where I'd rigged up my little nest in the big bay window. I just hoped
I wasn't wasting my time with this kid who I assumed to be sixteen but
could well be younger.

'How old are you Dan?' I asked as I ushered him into the empty dorm.

'Fifteen... you?'

'Ditto,' I laughed. 'Made for each other,' I ventured.

'Maybe,' he grinned as I shut the door and wandered down to the end. I
raked around for a couple of towels and he did that t-shirt lifting thing
again exposing his pale chest.

'Keep doing that and I'm gonna suck your titties off.'

'Cluck, cluck,' he giggled and I lost it. I diven on him and hooked a leg
behing his dropping him onto the heaped bedding. He gave a little squeal
but grabbed me in a hug and I was inside his shirt as he squirmed around
laughing and stroking my hair. Yeah, that's right. He was playing with me
not pushing me away and when I finally got his manky shirt off over his
head he wriggled around and moaned as I sucked at one salt sweaty nub. He
made the first move as well, amongst the rolling around I felt his hand
grasp at my groin and he didn't let go. As he held my meat I groaned as
well and got harder. He was gentle enough but he knew what he wanted. 'Nice
one,' he whispered.

It was all over, I transfered to the other nipple and slipped my hand down
his flat belly and into the top of his oversized jeans finding his hardness
immediately and he was hard, as hard as a poker. The other thing was he was
damn well big as in BIG. Jeez, that skinny runt was hung like a donkey, I
thought Kosty, the Russian sixteen year old was big but this kid had the
length if not the girth. I smiled as I ran his loose skin to and fro and
heard him groan his pleasure. Reaching lower his balls seemed hairless but
heavy and juicy as he pushed up into my hand.

'We showering?' He suddenly broke free. 'I wanna see you nekkid.'

'Want no more,' I laughed and sprang to my feet quickly shedding my own
shirt aware of his hot eyes on me. When I dropped my shorts and briefs he
was almost drooling. No novice this kid, he knew exactly what he wanted as
he unclipped the waist of his jeans and kicked off his gear laying there in
just his socks. My estimate was right, he was outsized, he was another
Kosty (as I've said), it was a seven plus and looked so enormous on his
frail frame I nearly squirted just looking down at him. Before I gave way
to temptation and dived back down onto him he clambered to his feet and
grabbed a towel.  'Jesus, that is so big,' I exclaimed being unable to keep
it in any longer. I don't normally flatter people but this was just a plain
fact.

'Yeah, embarassing at times,' he smirked. 'All the girls see it once and do
a runner.'

'What about the boys?'

'Depends on the boys,' he laughed and giggled again as I pulled him in for
our first kiss. My hardness slipped between his legs and his enormous prick
nestled between our bellies as we swayed still standing on the
bedding. 'Come on, let's have a shower, I'm all sticky and smelly.'

'True,' I agreed and got a scowl in return.

We managed to get over to the showers unobserved. The school was deserted
and I had Danny all to myself. OK, he was no oil painting, he was skinny
and had short dark hair but a perfectly white bubble but and that elongated
penis of his was off planet. I was a bit nervous about taking it but I
would. Kosty was big, Seb was probably about the same but Danny was
extraordinary, he'd probably puncture a lung but I was going to try or die
in the attempt. He liked his little bottom being fondled again and when I
managed to slip a finger between his tight cheeks and prong his tight
little hole he gave a shuddering moan and clung to me like a young girl not
that I had much experience on that front.

We rinsed off and dried roughly not fussing too much. we both wanted the
same thing and that was hot and sweaty sex. In fact, my little nest wasn't
too bad. I had the curtains drawn but a couple of the windows ajar so there
was a pleasant beeze and we gratefully lay out on the heaped bedding and
immediately went into a clinch. We were off.

It was like wrestling with a spider, he was so skinny and he seemed to be
all arms, legs and dick but he was wiry and strong. I allowed him to pin me
to the bedding on my bellyand he went all macho kissing the back of my damp
neck trying to get his totally stiff penis between my cheeks.

'Use this,' I finally surrendered and produced the lube from under the
pillows, no way was he shoving that thing inside me dry although I could
feel the smear of his glans acros my crack.

'Great,' he giggled and smeared a glop onto my bottom and then his fingers
parted my cheeks annointing my hole. I spread my legs wide but remembered
to warn him I wasn't a bitchboy and expected payback. I didn't want him to
think he was able to rape, pillage and then do a runner... not on my home
turf at least. I forgot all about that as his long skinny cock slipped
between my cheeks and I felt the pressure on my pucker, nothing new there
but once he was in his fuck was weird. He seemed to just use half his cock
(belive it) right until the end and then he sank in the whole length and I
did a little sqeal. God the thing felt it was up around my lungs and I
could feel his sweat as finally he buried himself in me and his bony chest
rested on my back.

'Jeez, I muttered. 'You are deformed,' I said less than gracefully. Mind
you in a way it was good, I felt like there was a bloody great snake inside
me as he pulled out and then shoved it back in again but it was getting
harder and I'm sure the thing was swelling. He had me squirming about like
an even year old virgin and here I was, Mr Fixit, the school sexbomb being
pronged by a bloody townie.

'Jim, Jim...' He panted and started to go faster.' I could really feel
every inch and then he blasted off, he must have emptied those big balls of
his as he cum forever and I could feel his length sliding to and fro on a
coating of his boy juice until he slowed and finally just layon me nibbling
my ear. 'Brill...' he panted. 'I gotta come here again.'

'Not this time buddy boy,' I managed to push up and roll us onto our sides
and then void him and lay face to face. He looked drained and I almost took
pity on him but what goes around comes around as he should know and I
cuddled his slight body cupping and fondling his sweet little bubble
butt. My cock was straining and leaking after the performance but he ducked
down and sucked away the dribbles but he wasn't getting away that easy. I
lay him onto his back and his long lubed and cum stained weapon lay on his
belly like a dead thing. I stirred it with my finger like a dead snake and
he smiled as I cupped his shrunken balls parting his legs.

I knelt up with my own hardness waving in the breeze and he started to
handle it until I lifted his knees to his chest exposing his truly tiny
hole. 'I think you fancy a bit of Danny fanny,' he giggled. Damn right I
did. I didn't loosen him or play games, this kid was no virgin and I was on
heat. I smeared some of the glop onto my aching cock and lowered to the
position. He leant up and held it to his hole as I held his hips and just
pushed in penetrating his sweet pucker and entering his warm body. Great,
he took as well as he gave which is a funny thing to say but he knew how to
serve, he squeezed his arse as I pushed in and relaxed as I slid free. He'd
done it all before and knew what he was doing, in a nutshell, he was a good
fuck and I went potty. I fucked him silly and he did all the required
moaning and groaning wrapping his skiiny legs around me as I fucked him
senseless. When it was all over and I mean I'd done a super cum we lay in
our mingled, sweat, spunk and funk we just kissed and cuddled and he was
good at that as well.

'Our Captain was on about hiring the pitch in a couple of weeks time,' he
looked at me sideways with a little smile. 'We haven't got a proper home
ground,' he explained.

'Well, we only use it for the beginning of the season and the school's
always after money,' I replied. 'And skinny shags as far as I'm concerned.'

'Saturday and Sunday,' he laughed. 'Hows about that.'

I looked at him and laughed, Mr Fixit was coming to the fore. I had visions
of him and Seb, maybe Brian or even one of the Sixth... what a jolly party
that would be. 'You could stay overnight, unofficially that is... would
your grand pa turn a blind eye.'

'Dunno but it's worth thinking about... I could shag you all night long
then.'

'Cheeky, I grinned. 'Have a shower and you can shag me all afternoon
long...'

'Let's go,' he laughed and clambered to his feet. He might look a bit of a
dim and grubby bugger but he could move when he wanted to.


					To be continued.

PIECE OF CAKE will continue but in November.
I've decided to take October off as my PC is playing silly buggers and I
want to change my ISP for someone a bit cheaper.

I'll send A NEW DR WHO (Part 1) to Nifty once this clears and follow on
with Part 2 which completes it. I intend a a Series but we'll see how it
goes.

GCutter66@gmail.com