Date: Tue, 22 Dec 2009 12:08:29 -0400
From: Chris Johns <chris-johns@hotmail.com>
Subject: The Mudlark Pt.2

Usual nifty rules apply everyone

Sorry everyone, I thought I had posted this part before starting on
"Invasion", here it is now though, hope you enjoy it.

				The Mudlark
		       Chapter 2 -- Tom and Peter

The little ones were exhausted after the party. Tom's crew had left and
Mrs. Males had gone home, so with the little ones in bed Peter insisted he
and Tom bathed before bed.

"I am going to show you tonight how much I love you Tom, and to thank you
for what you have done for me and my babies the last two years. The day I
offered myself to you I would have let you fuck me so that I could feed
them, now you have fed them for two years, I think it is time I started to
pay my debt. I'm not going to get any bigger and I am certainly not the
frail little thing you keep using as the excuse to not penetrate me.
Tonight you are going to take me the way you have always wanted to. No
excuse you make will wash anymore. There is a jar of Vaseline alongside the
bed and while you were out this afternoon I fixed a bolt to the bedroom
door so we will not be disturbed. I want this Tom, more than anything in my
life, I want you to make love to me completely."

Tom knew he had found Paradise that night. He was as familiar with Peter's
body as he was with his own, but this night he experienced something he
couldn't see. The feeling to his penis as it was slowly encased in the soft
and welcoming tissue of Peter's anus. Tom was filled with wonder as he sank
deeper into Peter's insides watching the eyes of his lover as they showed
that the feeling was mutual.

"That feels so good Tom, I have been so frightened of trying to fit your
big cock into my little hole, but I wanted this for you." He giggled as he
continued, "But now I want it for me. Now I know I will be yours for ever,
I love you so much."

Tom thought he had died and gone to heaven, the sensation of fucking Peter
with long slow strokes was producing feelings he couldn't even begin to
understand. He had lusted after Peter from very early in their
acquaintance, but this was so much more than lust. This was the culmination
of every good emotion he had ever experienced.

The two of them slept like babies and woke in a sticky mess of cum, not
cleaned up the night before. They both got a fit of the giggles and were
not as careful as they should have been. Fred saw the state of them as they
ran to the bathroom. He had reached puberty and had ejaculated for the
first time only a few weeks ago so he knew what the sticky mess was on Tom
and Peter. His young mind very quickly put two and two together. At the
first opportunity Fred talked to Peter alone.

"Peter, you and Tom, are you lovers?"

Peter was surprised and a little shocked that the one encounter had been
analysed so accurately by this lad.

"What makes you think that Fred?"

"Yesterday morning when I saw you both heading for the bathroom, you were
both covered in dried cum."

"Oh, would it worry you very much if I said yes?"

Fred smiled, "No Peter, anything you and Tom do is ok by me. I know plenty
of Mudlarks who sold their bodies to eat and I know you were going to do
that the night Tom took us back to his boat. I love you both very much,
especially you Peter. I would be yours or Tom's lover if you wanted me to
be."

Peter was stunned. He took Fred into a close embrace and said, "Thank you
Fred, I love all of you boys as well, but Tom is very special, I hope I
never have to leave him."

Fred nodded sagely, he had grown up beyond his years, difficult not to when
you are orphaned at eight and have a five year old to fend for as well as
yourself. He had nearly starved to death on several occasions trying to
keep Harry fed, now he had a full tummy every day and more importantly so
did Harry. All of his good fortune was down to Peter and later Tom so
anything they did was ok by him.  It was only a few nights later that it
was Fred's turn to curl up with Tom while they all listened to 'Dick Barton
Special Agent'. Every night he was on the radio for half an hour, almost
every boy in the country knew Jock and Snowy, Dick's henchmen and were
mesmerised by their tales of daring do. When it was finished the others
played different games that Tom had brought up from the tug but Fred
remained on Tom's lap to talk.

"I know you and Peter are lovers Tom, I love you as well so if you would
like to fuck me I don't mind. You saved Harry's life so you could have mine
if you wanted it."

Tom was shattered, he had no idea where this boy was coming from at only
twelve years old. Very quickly he came back with an answer though.

"Thank you Fred, I love you very much as well, you and the other boys have
given my life true meaning but there is no way I am going to defile your
body."

"But you do it to Peter."

"Yes but what I do to Peter is done with love, I don't defile him, because
Peter and I love each other in a different way to the way we both love you
other four. Also, Peter is an adult and you are still a boy."

"But I want to show you how much I love you for saving us all and looking
after us."

"You do Fred, every day, you are all good boys, you work hard at school and
make me proud of you and you never give Peter or Mrs. Males any trouble."

Fred could see he wasn't going to win this one so with a big sigh he just
said.

"Can I stay here for cuddles then Tom until bedtime?"

Tom smiled down at his little bundle and stroking his hair said, "Yes Fred,
I think I'd like that."

When the little ones had all gone to bed Tom breathed a sigh of relief that
another crisis had been averted. He would be happy to kiss and cuddle these
little urchins forever, they brought him so much happiness and Peter was
the icing on the cake, he had a lover that he never expected.

+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++

I guess "Cruelty to Children" has really got me going on the boy stories. I
hope you enjoyed this little bit of nonsense. It was inspired by an early
fifties movie called "The Mudlark" which like this one centred on a boy
doing what Peter did only without the intervention of a Tom.

I had two working parents at the end of WWII and it was still hard for us
until well into the fifties when I hit my teens. For orphans or families
where jobs were sparse it was a very lean time indeed and there were plenty
of Mudlark equivalents all over the country.