Date: Fri, 26 Dec 2008 03:38:03 +0000
From: Gary Cutter <gcutter66@gmail.com>
Subject: A PIECE OF CAKE - 5b

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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THIS ONE ALSO OUTSIDE THE TIMELINE OF THE MAIN SERIES
CHAPTERS 5c AND 5D TO COME AND THEN ON WITH THE STORY.





A PIECE OF CAKE



5B - Mixed Doubles



by



G. Cutter



'I can't believe this.' Ross yelled over the phone. 'I've heard of blind
dates but blind shags... I don't even know these blokes.'

'Look, Sweetheart,' Dustin pleaded. They're not 'blokes' they're eighteen
year old chefs and you must know them, they're at our school. They're good
looking and good sex.'

'What was that about sex?' Dustin's father passed by in the hall where he
stood talking to Ross.

'Just talking about Dipsy Malone, dad.'

'She's gaol bate, I know her mother,' Dustin's dad laughed and went into
the lounge closing the door behind him. At times he dreaded what Dustin was
upto but at other times he envied him. He just hoped he wasn't getting
mixed up with those scumbags the Malones.

'Come on, it'll be fun,' Dustin pleaded. 'Anyway, I'm not going to be
abused all day long on my own.'

'I suppose not,' Ross finally laughed. 'If these two guys are ugly dogs or
crossdressers I'm off.'

'I've seen you in lace knickers,' Dustin whispered with a smile on his
face. 'And suspenders.'

'I was only having a laugh,' Ross muttered defensively.

'The carrot, the carrot, not the cucumber...' Dustin squeaked over the
phone in a passable imitation of Ross' voice.

'Shurrup, you slut,' Ross snarled. 'I'll meet you around yours and make
sure you get a couple of stitches in your fanny.'

'Up yours.' Dustin grinned and put the phone down. It was touch and go
there but Ross would be alright when he saw the young chefs. After a day
raking around shops wirth his mum and dad he probably thought two of the
older guys were lined up. After the better part of a day with Steve and
Dave, Dustin couldn't fault either, they were both good in bed and that was
the name of the game. The only slight problem was that his mum claimed that
she had smelt whiskey on his breath so he'd have to nick some of his host's
mouth wash next time around... like tomorrow. He said goodnight to his
family, told them he would be out all afternoon with Ross and that was the
end of it. The dayafter that would be Christmas Eve and they would spend it
with an aunt and a couple of infant cousins. Christmas Day would be spent
as a family although Ross and his parents would be around in the
evening. Although Ross' dad was some big deal in the city Dustin's was as
big a deal in local Guidford building circles and in spite of the
difference in backgrounds both dads and for that matter mums got on
well. We know already how the boys get on together.

The following day it was snowing again, in fact down their road it was
around six inches deep and deeper up against the hedges and walls, the
local kids were having great fun and Dustin began to get worried. he was
reassured when a half frozen Ross turned up and scattered snow all over the
front hall, Dustin himself had been tasked with snow clearing the pathway
and drive but they soon warmed up in the kitchen pestering Dustin's mum for
scraps as she made a mountain of sandwiches. She had a gaggle of local
friends coming around in the afternoon.

'Desperate Housewives,' Dustin confided to Ross in a stage whisper. That
did it, they were banished with a pair of sandwiches apiece. As they peered
from the front room window they saw their carriage arrive to bear them off
to the ball. In fact, it was a snow covered car and Steve got out and
started to walk up the driveway but they were out of the house in time to
meet him.

'Hi Steve, this is my pal Ross,' Dustin grinned. 'Cold enough for you?'

'Damn right is is,' Steve grinned and nodded to Ross. 'Pleased to meetcha
Ross, I recognise you from school.'

'Ditto,' Ross smiled and Dustin gave a sigh of relief, things looked good
to go. They got in the back of the car watched by the kids and slipped and
skidded out onto the main road. Five minutes later they were outside the
chef's flat and found Dave all bundled up in winter woolies swiping snow
off the iron staircase.

'Death trap,' he explained and greeted Ross, once again Ross gave a grin
even happier than the first and Dustin sighed with relief again. He had the
funniest feeling Ross and Dave had sparked, excellent.

They went upstairs to find the room nicely warmed up, no whiskey this time
around but they settled for coffee sitting around the fire. Dustin
suspected the whiskey would appear sooner or later but not just yet. They
chatted generally and mainly about St Anselms as that was the one thing
they had in common.

The conversation ambled on a bit until Dave broke the ice like one of those
huge Russian icebreaker sor something like that. 'The bedrooms are nice and
warm, who wants to rape me?'

'I guess that's me.' Ross dived in head first and that was the
preliminaries out of the way.

'We'll have to think of something to do,' Steve looked at Dustin and
grinned. They'd had good sex the previous day, this time it would be nice
and casual the way good sex should be.

'Do what it says on the police cars around here.' Dustin laughed.

'Protect and Serve?' Dave risked.

'Surrey Police,' Ross ventured.

'Use and abuse,' Dustin grinned. 'The Guildford cars do anyway.'

'Your wish is my command,' Steve smiled and stood, Taking Dustin by the
hand he hauled him to his feet and suddenly lifted him and threw the boy
over his shoulder. 'To bed, Butter Boy.'

'No butter no butter,' Dustin squealed as he was bore off to bed.

'Well, that was a bit... er, blatant,' Ross laughed at the expresion on
Dustin's face as he was hauled form the room.

'Here's blatant,' Dave grabbed Ross and with one arm around his waist and
one around his back bent him over in one of the old tango poses and kissed
him long and hard on the lips. Ross squawked bent over backwards and felt
Dave's tongue slide between his teeth. As he returned the favour and their
slippery tongues slid together he was drawn back up and they shared a long
and lusty kiss. Ross squirmed as he felt hands on his bottom and the young
chef's erection thrusting against his own. They ground against each other
in the centre of the room and Ross surrendered to the moment, he reached
around and clasped Dave's tight bottom feeling the older boy thrust against
him more urgently.

'Let's go to bed,' Ross hissed as he felt his hardness become damp in his
briefs. Jeez, his hormones were running riot, every time someone half
decent even touched him he popped a stiffy. Dave, incidently was more than
half decent he was a sexpot and he very strongly put Ross in mind of what
he imagined Dustin would look like in a couple of years time.

Dave took Ross to his bedroom and then the kissing began again only this
time the snogging was accompanied by clothing being removed and gentle and
sexual explorations started. Both of the partners looked at each other and
liked what they saw this much self evident by Dave've six inches of solid
youth cock bouncing and slipping against Ross' slightly smaller boy
cock. It wasn't very clear who was going to top and bottom but when Dave
produced a pot of clear gel and began to annoint Ross's sensitive and now
oozing penis it became clear, Dave was going bottom. Unknow to Ross Dave
had a passion for boys and he found working at the school sometimes pure
torture. he especially liked being topped by randy schoolies and watched
the First and Second formers passing through the dining hall just wishing
they were bigger and meatier. Ross and for that matter Dustin were ideal,
fifteen and maybe sixteen were his ideal ages, Old enough to keep quiet and
old enough to be good sex.

'How do you like it,' he looked up at Ross' screwed up face as he worked
the gel into the boy's incredibly hard cock. 'How do you want me, I mean.'

Ross didn't answer, he just pushed Dave onto his back and forced his knees
between the others spreading his legs. 'All day long,' he whispered as he
ducked to kiss Dave's throat hoisting the older boy's legs into the
air. Dave grinned and folded his knees back to his chest. Excellent, this
kid knew exactly what he was doing and that was always a bonus. Ross didn't
bother with any preparation, he knew perfectly well that Dave was a bottom
to Steve's top and they'd probably been at it all night. As he saw Dave
close his eyes and then hold his knees to his chest he knew he had it
right, this guy was crying out for it.

He shuffled in closer and ran his gleaming cock's end across Dave's darker
skinned pucker, he pushed a little and felt the yield and the lightly
kissed Dave on the lips and gave a little push. Dave moaned but Ross
entered quite easily and was surprised how tight Dave was. He groaned with
pleasure as he felt his hardness surrounded by hot flesh and Dave's legs
went down and his hands held Ross' hips as he slowly sheathed his full
length into hot flesh.

'Wicked,' Dave sighed and opened his eyes. 'St Anselms rules,' he clamped
once and then relaxed again as Ross began to move within him.

'Sure does,' Ross agreed. This was great. He even forgave Dustin as he
started to slip in and out of Dave's tight little tunnel. He maybe well
used but the older boy kept his back end tight. Ross nearly giggled at the
thought of anal exercises but his hardness was taking charge and he started
to move faster and faster. He and Dustin always agreed that going animal
was about right for the first and then the second took longer and and was
more fun. Dave seemed happy enough and started to encourage his new pal.

'Harder, harder, Ross. Make me feel it,' he clamped hard. Ross whined when
he found he had to work for it, ramming and thrusting like a madman
spearing into Dave's flesh now fighting back.

'Yes, yes, yes,' he chanted as he tore into Dave's arse jolting the youth
up the bed and forcing little cries and moans of pleasure.

Ross loved it, when he had sex even with his regular lover Dustin their
coupling was relaxed and sweet, with Dave it was rough and ready verging on
brutal. Even as he plundered into the dark young chef's battered arse Dave
asked for more. In the end it had to end, it was as easy as that. As he
reached his climax he felt his hot juices sqyurt up his shaft and surge and
splat intot he writhing, wriggling and moaning bottom beneath.

'Aaaaah....' Dave clutched the pillows and clenched his cheeks, he'd been
egging the kid on and the sandy haired Ross had come up trumps. He hoped
the kid in the next room was as good. Mind you as the next one would be a
second fuck maybe not. That was the trouble with mixed doubles, they were
fine over a weekend when you had loads of time but a bit of a slog when you
were trying for everything in one day. He heald onto Ross' sweating body
and pulled the boy onto himself feeling the beat of Ross's heart as he
slowly recovered. Dave could feel the sticky fluids bubbling in his gut,
the kid had done a decent cum but now it was his turn. Now we'd see how
Ross liked a rough ride.

'Jeez.. that was too much,' Ross smiled wanly as he slid free promptly
wedging a wadge off tissues onto Dave'd gaping pucker, he could see his own
cum oozing from the part open hole and didn't want the sheets stained.

'You did well for a schooly,' Dave grinned without any malice. His arse was
damn sore and his cock was rock hard but on second thoughts maybe a nice
slow one would be nice after all. 'Assume the position, Petal.'

'You're so butch,' Ross giggled and lay on his back, his dick curked up
like a noodle, it was all played out poor thing. Never mind, it would
recover it always did and he must admit, Dave for all his campness was a
brilliant fuck. He hadn't felt that worn out since he fucked Dustin three
times in the course of a sleepover .

He lay there on his back in the centre of the bed and opened his legs. He
liked Dave and watched with fascination as the young chef wanked himself
slipping his foreskin over his glans until a glop of his precum trembled at
the tip and then he smeared it around making the head even shinier and
slicker.

'How do you like it?' Dave grinned. 'Rough and tough or slow and romantic?'

'In me,' Ross giggled and tugged his knees back to his chest.

Dave smirked and slowly ran his erection across Ross' fine bottom, he
smeared his dripping glans across Ross' dark pink pucker and gently
pushed. He felt the yield and Ross groaned but Dave retreated... make the
boy wait. He smeared his finger across Ross' hole again and gently pushed
his finger into the warmth and tightness homing in on the youthful prostate
and then massaged across the tiny lump.

'Owooo...' Ross howled like a bitch wolf in heat (however that sounds) and
clamped his bottom as Dave's finger prodded and pushed into his bottom
easing and giving him just a little taste of what was to come. He was
losing confidence as he looked at Dave's fat cock swaying above his own
depleted penis, suddenly Dave's finger slid free. It was replaced by a
blunt pressure and Ross steeled himself.

he felt Dave's glans against him, he even felt the precum slippery on his
hole and then he opened up like a flower in the sun as Dave slowly and
carefully entered his body. Dave held on and took it nice and slow so that
Ross accepted the thick offering sliding up inside him like it was meant to
be. With half his length in he began to move to and fro enjoying Ross'
moans and whimpers. He leant in and kissed the boy and whispered into his
ear. 'You love it, dontcha?'

'Yeah, yeah,' Ross gabbled and grabbing Dave's hips pulled himself onto the
advancing weapon. That was it, they were fucking. Not the savage and rough
fucking of ten minutes previously but long slow thrusts that had Ross
crying out for speed and thrust as Dave's fat juicy organ opened up his
insides time and time again. Dave was patient but Ross' moaning and begging
won in the end and he started to fuck for real pushing the slight boy
around the bed and bottoming into sweet heat as Ross clung to him like a
kewpie doll. Arms and legs clamped, all Ross could feel was a fat cock
thrusting in and out of his gut and Dave's demanding lips on his.

The bedroom was warm now and Ross felt the sweat between him and Dave as
the bigger boy rammed in and out . Rioss held Dave tightly in a close
embrace but Dave's hips still oumoed up and down driving his far sausae
deep into it's slippery home. 'Jeeez... Dave,' Ross gasped as he felt the
thick meat within him seem to move faster and reach parts that Captain
Dustin of Starcok Enterprise had never explored. He felt that Dave's cock
was up in his chest somewhere when he heard the low animal groan and the
the splash and splatter of a healthy, warm and creamy climax deep in hus
body. He wriggled and sweatily accepted Dave's kisses as the older boy
fucked on into his messy back end. Dustin's term 'boy-fanny' sprang to mind
and this time it was apt. He'd been fucked and given babies in spades and
Dave still moved within him.

'Nice,' Dave rammed in for the last time and stayed in deep in his squishy
young pal. He hadn't come like that since the last time but with two of the
boys from the school visiting there might be more to follow.

'You decent,' Steve's voice came from outside and Dave hurriedly pulled the
bedding over them and called out for his friend to enter.

Steve came in bearing steaming mugs on a tray followed by a grinning Dustin
wearing an outsize dressing gown. Steve just had a towel around his waist
and Ross drank in the chef's fine body, nice pecs, taut abs and a little
treasure trail edging up from the towel . Inside the bed he felt Dave
slowly withdraw from his bottom and clamped his cheeks. He smiled tiredly
as Dustin sat on his side of the bed and Dave sat the other.

'Cold in here,' Dustin smiled as he sipped what turned out to be coffee.

'Hot in here,' Ross smirked stating the obvious. The bedroom reeked of
spunk and sweat and both of them in the bed were gleaming with perspiration
and that's probably what did it.

'Ah what the hell,' Steve looked at Dustin and nodded. Dustin put his mug
on the side and slipped into the bed alongside Ross and cuddled up.

'I'm all squishy,' Ross bleated.

'Tough tit,' Dustin laughed. 'I said we'd do them a Christmas Special... a
sort of interval before the swop around. Wanna go top or bottom?'

'Gawd spare me from sex maniacs,' Ross groaned.

'Not in this house,' Steve laughed and cuddled his lover. They pulled apart
slightly giving the boys room. 'On top of the bed, Dusty, we can see what's
going on.'


			     To be Continued.


Chapters 5a, b, c, and d are a sort of Christmas Special. They're a bit out
of synch with the main story but as each chapter is supposed to be self
contained it doesn't really matter.

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