Date: Thu, 29 Jan 2009 20:55:45 +0000
From: Gary Cutter <gcutter66@gmail.com>
Subject: A PIECE OF CAKE - 9

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



9 - A New Boy joins the Fifth
     (Told by Dominic La Plant)



by



G. Cutter



Hi, a new kid on the block and for a change in this series I'm telling my
own story.

Name, Dominic La Plant, like the TV actress. Age, just turned
fifteen. Looks, dishy (of course) but truthfully top end of the range in
height for fifteens, dark almost black hair cut short in what used to be
called a crew cut on top but longish at the back. I'm slim and trim like
most English schoolkids unless they're puddings, I've got regular features
and I'm a bit lost having just joined the famous or infamous St Anselms
just outside Guildford. This place used to have a bad name being one of the
last of the public schools to do away with corporal punishment but on the
other hand it has excellent facilities. Rugby, football and cricket pitches
with the addition to a half sized swimming pool etc. etc. The rugby and
football make it an oddity being one of the few public school to field
teams in both sports although rugby takes precedence. It's academic record
is at the top end of the scale and it has an Army Cadet Force which is
totally voluntary.

Accomodation is weird or weird to me having moved down from Robert
Blackstock's Academy for Young Gentlemen (yeah... I know) up on the
Borders. From what I could gather on my first whirlwind tour with the
Bursar and my father the Sixth formers were two to a room, the Third,
Fourth and Fifth six to a dorm and the kiddies in the Second and First
Forms were twelve to a dormitory. So, as you climbed in age and Form you
gained more privacy and theoretically more responsibility. The big drawback
to this system of small dorms was that if you got lumbered with a kid you
couldn't stand the sight of you were in lumber. I was told very early on
that the school was run by the Sixth Form and any hassle or bad feeling
between boys was soon sorted out. It was kiss and make up of face the
consequences... and they could be dire. A number of Sixth Formers were
Prefects and had certain disciplinary rights harking back to the old days
and I heard a whisper of canings and slaving (what they used to call
'fagging' in the old schools). Not quite our shiny new society as envisaged
by Mr Blair or Mr Brown or their cronies in the education system.

No matter, I had two years to face as my father had a long term MoD
contract in Oman training and helping run the Sultan's baby army. He'd be
home for Christmas and we'd get together but for the long summer break I'd
be staying at the school with a group of unfortunates. I'd done this twice
before and believe it or not it's great fun. An assorted group of kids
doing their own thing under minimal supervision in a bloody huge and nearly
empty school is fun, there you go. Do you know how many nooks and crannies,
disused storerooms and classrooms plus other hideaways there are in these
places... lots.

I was placed in Dorm 5F where I would live for the next nine months before
moving upto the Sixth Form. The Dormitory Monitor (would you believe) was a
chunky kid called Mackintosh, known more usually as Mack, there were two
brothers Fred and George who seemed pleasant enough and a fourth kid Fraser
who was introduced as Jim or Jimbo. This kid was the runt of the dorm,
short with black skinhead cut hair and swarthy on top of that. Quite nice
but he tended to remind me of one of those chimps on TV who moved the
piano, you know, the tea bag advertisement. I hate to mention it but he had
one of those big jaws like a caveman and I wondered just how hairy he was
with his clothes off, having run him down and nailed him to he floor, I've
got to add he was quite sweet. The one thing I spotted straight away was
that he and Mack had something going... shock, horror... could this be? Of
course it could, it was an all boy's school and kid's our age have
interests other than rugby and damn football. Anyway, that was the head
count and after I introduced myself as Dominic (aka Dom) we had a quorum I
suppose you could call it. One short of a full deck, we had a spare bed and
locker and it was unlikely to be filled with the big holiday so near.

Mack and his boy Robin (sorry, Jimbo) gave me a walkabout and I got the
feeling whilst doing the laid back new boy that Mack and Jim were
definitely at ir, talk about an odd couple. He was built like an ox and
little Jim was like a hyped up monkey. Shit... I've done it again.

'Anyway, I'll be off to sunnier climes in a couple of weeks,' Mack
announced ruffling Jimbo's spikey hair like a pervy Father Christmas. 'Jim
is staying on, a couple from the Sixth and a gaggl;e of Third and
Fourths. You've got the fields, the pool and the new sauna alongside the
pool.'

'Yeah, it's not open yet but it should be operating for the hols,' Jim
grinned. 'Mr Hollander, the Bursar says we can use it provided we keep it
clean and tidy.'

'Yeah, he also said it was a minimum of six at any one time which will put
the block on your monlkey business.' Mack laughed.

They didn't expand on the subject and I wondered what Jimbo's particular
brand of monkey business was, I was to find out before the day was out.

The day to day routine didn't vary too much from my own school. We had what
they called their high dinner at seven which entailed being in school
uniform although we were allowed to be out of uniform both before and after
which meant very plainly that dinner was a pain in the arse. Mack tipped me
off that this rather antique rule was relaxed over the holiday shutdown
which was good news. Between the dinner and lights out we had a TV room, an
indoor sports room, in fact, we were at liberty to do what we wanted. I
finished up sitting in the dorm reading, it was the quietest place I could
find. The brothers were down in the TV room and Mack and Jim popped in but
didn't linger and I wondered what they were upto but switched off, it was
no concern of mine but I was a bit intruiged all the same. The more I saw
of Jim the more I fancied him which was odd. It wasn't as if he was a
raving beauty as he wasn't but there was something there. Our lights out
was at ten in the week and eleven on Friday and Saturday nights so I
decided on a final shower around nine, to be honest it was my first day and
I was knackered. The following day was my first full day of classes and
then it was the weekend so I had an easy run into the school schedule.

I liked the showers as they were new, or they'd been modernised. The school
seemed to have gone away from the old school (or prison) open style and
knocked up little partitioned units which had their own little door on
them. In addition, they had open showers at the end of the room for the
braver. Basically you could prance around naked if you wished or you could
shower in total privacy, something which would please the shy or
nervous. As I was neither I took an open shower leaving my sleeping shorts
and t-shirt on the side. The place was deserted which didn't concern me too
much but I was surprsed when Jim walked in and gave me a wave. I waved back
naturally enough and he went into one of the sheltered cubicles which was a
bit annoying as I wanted to see him wet and soapy, I wanted to see what he
looked like in the raw and I'd been defeated.

'Hey, Dom,' Jim called out just as I was drying off. 'You done,' I could
see his dark face peering over the door of his cubicle.

'Yeah, just about.'

'Wanna wash my back?'

I looked over and grinned. Talk about an invitation, how the hell could I
refuse but I tried a bit of playing hard to get. 'I've just got dried off.'

'You won't get rusty,' he giggled. 'Fetch your towel in with you.'

I did as he aksed, this had to be a move, it just couldn;'t be anything
else and as I've said earliert, I did like him and I really did want to see
what he looked like in the buff. I stepped into his little section still
with my towel around my waist but placed my dry gear on the little bench
out of the way of the water. He was totally gorgeous, as I've said dark
skinned and although short in perfect proportion to his size, the one thing
out of place was his penis. It was about two sizes too big if that makes
sense. It was as big or as long as mine and the top of his head barely came
up level with my eyes. He'd given me a flash and now he turned his back and
presented me with his back and exquisite water and soap slicked bottom.

'Welcome to St Anselms,' he wriggled as my soapy hands ran across his brown
shoulders.

'You said that before,' I smiled at the back of his head running my hands
down his arms, onto his trim waist and then back up and under his
arms. 'Shit, my towels getting wet.'

'Take it off them,' he croaked.

'I'm a bit worried about someone coming in and catching us sharing a
cubicle,' I whispered removing my towel and allowing my self erecting penis
to jerk free. The damn thing wouldn't go down but I felt safe enough. He
hadn't invited me in for a back scrub, that was for sure.

'No chance, not this late,' he jumped as I moved in closer and my erection
glanced off his soapy bum, he jumped but he didn't move away.

Taking some sort of courage from his words and his action or lack of them I
soaped his back some more and then let my hands drop onto his jiggly cheeks
and still he didn't move.' Nice bottom,' I whispered and taking my chance
bent to nuzzle at his neck. He immediately reached out and grasping my
thighs pulled me in so that my hardon slipped up and was squashed between
my belly and his back.

'Mmmm... Now that is nice,' he purred as I moved against him reaching
around and soaping his little titties and his rounded belly. I bent my legs
a little running my fingers into his crisp pubics and bending a little
further ran my cock between his legs and grasped his own erection which had
now filled into full bloom.

'Very nice,' I agreed moving to and fro as he clamped his legs. I grasped
his thick meaty mass and slowy worked his foreskin back and forth across
his glans. 'Mmmm...' This time the kiss was more of a nuzzle as I mouthed
his smooth neck and he pushed back onto me.

'Do you do it on your first date?' He pushed his little arse back onto my
moves.

'Not in here,' I whispered. 'Not enough room and I'm getting cramp.'

'That's what Mack says,' he laughed softly. Well, there was one question
answered.

'But I want to,' I turned him around and he dropped to his knees taking me
in hand straight away. He let the water wash the soap of my erection and
then kissed the tip slipping his lips over my swollen glans. He was very
clearly an expert, he gave me one of the best blow jobs of my young life
even feeding a hand between my legs and pronging me with one finger. As he
sucked and ran his lips up and down my shaft he finger shagged me reaching
around and giving me what I call the electric squirms.

'You can do me later,' he looked up my belly for a moment.

'With pleasure,' I guided his head back onto my jerking cock. 'Gonna suck
you dry, Jimbo.'

I stroked his bristly hair as his hot mouth sucked away and his busy
flickering tongue added pleasure. I played with his ears and held him firm
as I began to slowly fuck until he gagged and I knew my swollen and oozing
knob was in the back of his throat. He musy have known when my balls went
uptight that I was going to pop as he pushed my belly so that I backed off
until he was just sucking my knob and then I cum. He swallowed and gobbled
with every evidence of delight and finally squeezed me dry with a big
grin. 'You needed that,' he remarked conversationally and stood.  His own
penis was now at full stretch and if was big and juicy, I think I've
remarked it was oversized on his slight frame and I couldn't wait to drain
it for him but he pushed me away. 'Midnight.'

'Midnight?' I asked stupidly.

'The boiler room down the end. When you go out to go back to the dorm cast
your eyeballs left and you'll see it.'

'Is that the one that has a sign on it saying: Keep Out.'

'That's it,' he grinned and slipped from the shower after a quick rinse. I
took my time and followed. I was a bit nervous how Mack might react to me
doing the dirty with his boyfriend but he gave me a friendly enough smile
as I walked in although I sensed his eyes on me as I finished drying off
properly. Mind you the brothers were watching me as well so perhaps I'd
landed in a nest of pervs or just kids who liked ogling naked pals.

As we bedded down Jimbo who slept on the same side as me although and empty
bed a way waggled something at me and I saw it was a key, a few moments
later one of the Sixth turned the lights off.

I must admit even with the prospect of sex I dozed off until I felt a shake
on my shoulder and Jimbo gave my ear a little nip. 'Come on if you want
it,' he giggled and I saw his shadowed form scuttle from the room. Jeez,
this was so dodgy. I wrapped my dressing gown around myself and did a
similar scuttle. As I passed Mack's bed he called out, well, he called out
in a whisper if you know what I mean. 'Dom.'

'Yeah,' I approached cautiously.

'Have a good one,' he chuckled and dived under the bedding. I continued my
scuttle which turned into a furtive scramble when I got out into the
corridor which was dimly lirt with night lights. Thank God the boiler room
door opened and as soon as I was in I felt Jimbo brush against me and click
the latch. We were safe or reasonably so.

I looked around and there was light but not much, just one shaded bulb up
by the boiler leaving most of the room in darkness but Jimbo grabbed my
hand and towed me to the rear where there was a dust sheet and a couple of
rather tatty cushions. He flung his dressing gown into the centre and I
followed his lead sinking intot he centre of our little nest when he did. I
knew what was expected and after a ten minute kissathon worked my way down
his squirming body and took his overgrown kiddy cock into my mouth. As a
dark haired and dark skinned boy he had a healthy pubic bush and even had
hair in his pits but his hardness was a thing of beauty, thick and meaty,
succulent and sweety. I took it right in and reached behind clasping his
tight little arse as I gave him a blow to remember me by. He was good and
he was big, I felt his slick glans in the back of my throat and could taste
his precum as he leaked, I also managed to work one finger into his
slightly sweaty boy fanny as he squirmed and threshed around under my
assault.

'Dom, Dom...' he wailed until I put a hand over his mouth and then he let
fly with a massive shot into the back of my throat. I slurped that down and
it was followed by another creamy gout and then another. This kid wasn't
short of juice, in fact, he cum like a young horse and my final squeeze
brought another flood between the pinch of his foreskin squeezed over his
glans. I let it go and gave him a final cock bath before laying alongside
him and letting him taste his own spunk.

'That was good,' he slurred.and massaged my own spike which was begging
attention. 'Mack likes you... he only said one word when we first sighted
you.'

'And that was?'

'Dishy,' he giggled. 'A man of few words, my Mack.'

'Doesn't he mind..?'

'Nah,' he grinned in the half dark. 'We spread ourselves around, there's
just a shortage of volunteers.'

'Could be good over the holiday shutdown,' I licked the side of his mouth
which led to another bout of kissing. 'Sixth formers, Fourth, Third not
forgetting any of our own lot.'

'Karl from 4E... oh yeah, and a Thai kid in 4C, he's a doll but keeps
himself to himself.'

'Upto you and I to change that,' I rolled him over so that he lay on me
belly to belly. A bit of a jiggle and my erection was clamped between his
thighs and he moved up and down on me. We rolled again and he was
underneath and he opened his legs allowing me to crouch up and elevate them
to his chest baring his all.

'I know a couple of chefs like it this way,' he murmured as he got
comfortable.

'Ew, wrinklies?'

'Nah, he giggled. Randy euighteens, I'll give you an intro... both sex
maniacs.'

'Do you know anyone who isn't a sex maniaxc.'

'Yeah,' he guided my shaft with it's ozzing glans directly onto his
button. 'But I don't bother talking about them... go for it, Tiger,' he
growled and I slowly pushed against the resistance of his pucker.

God, he was so tight, so hot and he knew it. As I pushed my way in he
clamped and relaxed, clamped and relaxed virtually milking me and I hadn't
even started. He kept up a constant stream of encouragement and when I was
almost into his hot fanny he grabbed my hips and began to pull me in until
I was sheatherd solidly in his sweet arse. He muttered something and
clamped his legs on my back as I began to fuck. His whines and murmurs got
louder until I had to seal my lips onto his to shut him up but he was
good. He wriggled and squirmed making it all the better and unbelievably
after me blowing him he started to wank himself furiously as I plundered
his soul (arsehole that is).

'Yeah, go, go...' he grunted until we were almost belly to belly, I could
feel his slippery cock slipping and sliding against my gut as he wanked and
when I cum in an explosive ejaculation I felt the warm splashes of his own
climax on my belly. I pressed on and I swear I did four even five spurts of
creamy love juice up into his belly. I was completely and utterly drained
and in the end we lay belly to belly glued together with my softening cock
up his bottom and his cum gluing our bellies together.

'We've got to have a shower,' I finally whispered still scared of anyone
passing by although it was well gone midnight.

'Aaaargh... Mack always does me twice, he says it's better on a sticky
wicket.'

'I'm drained,' I protested.

'Wimp. Move slowly, you'll get hard again,' he declared confidently.

I did and it did.



					The Soap Continues.



Also on release this weekend 'Arm Wrestling with Ali'. This is a three or
four parter. I don't know what Section Nifty will put it in but I'm hoping
for High School.  It just needs a final edit and tweak.



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