Date: Fri, 18 May 2007 09:34:16 EDT
From: GCutter66@aol.com
Subject: MY JOEY

WARNING - This story is homoerotic in content. This means that it may (and
probably will) involve sex between men, youths and boys. If such material
offends what the hell are you doing on Nifty.

My characters do not use condoms or other safeguards but this story is
fiction ... get it.  I write my stories in 'full screen' text, they are
best read that way.

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This is a bit of a one off, totally dedicated to Stephen of Gymnopedies for
putting me onto Nifty and for giving me advice when I started around
August, 2003.

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MY JOEY



by



G. Cutter





I was fourteen when I fell in love . Ho, ho, I hear the general public
scoff ... you can't fall in love at fourteen, you're bad, sad or an idiot.
I wasn't an idiot, I was a grammar school boy and I was in love,
unfortunately with another boy who just happened to be a vision. Of course
he was, I wouldn't fall for a drab would I?

I was in my fourth year at Marylebone Grammar School which was in the West
of London although not the West End. Londoners will know the subtle
difference. The fifties were just about upon us and the wartime austerities
had just about passed away. So we're going back a bit, yeah?

It was a Monday morning and we'd just settled into our maths class when the
Headmaster walked in escorting the most beautiful boy in the world. Darkly
complexioned with a crew cut of near black hair, well it wasn't really a
crew cut, it was one of those messy, spikey jobs, it looked brill. He had a
shy almost nervous expression on his darkly handsome face, he put me in
mind of one of those Michealangelo type angels, you know, the swarthy
Mediterranean type ones not the blonde Anglo jobs.

The Headmaster introduced the kid to the class, something along the lines
of: Joseph McBride has moved from blah blah and I expect you all to welcome
him etc. etc. He then left my Joe (I was at it already after two minutes)
with the Maths Teacher who was called Trotter. It was a good thing that
Only Fools and Horses hadn't yet arrived yet, tell ya.

'Sit with Mr Brady,' the teacher pointed Joe to the empty seat next to
me. Joe came over and giving me a slight smile dumped his satchel on the
desk and began to rake around.

Our mathmatics period progressed and we broke around ten for milk and a
spell of kicking shit out of the playground (hands up those who remember
the milk break). I wasn't a bold boy but I wasn't a wimp either, probably
your average street kid lucky to get into a grammar school I suppose.
Anyway, standoffishness (is that a word?) or maybe shyness was the order of
the day in schools like ours, I decided this was the time to break the
mould.

'Orrite Mac, I'll show you around, if you like.'

'I thought you were a Paddy,' he looked at me in some surprise, probably
the cockney accent. 'Brady?'

'Nah, pureblood Londoner,' I grinned at him inanely. He had the same accent
as myself, he wasn't one of the posh boys either.

'Great,' he grinned He was so fuckin' beautiful when he smiled. I nearly
wet myself. 'Call me Joe if you want, I don't like Mac, it makes me sound
like a Haggis'

'Cheers Joe, I'm Mike Brady makes me sound like a Bog Stomper.' What a
beautiful pair of budding racists we made. I took him to the milk place and
then into the playground, I had a new friend.

Gotta explain the Grammar school setup of the time. The vast bulk of the
boys actually paid to go there, can you believe that, but around thirty
percent were drawn from the local schools on an ability basis. That meant
that the top two or three in the 'eleven plus' of the time went to the
grammar the remainder went to what the called a secondary school or one of
the new comprehensives. Anyway, enough history as I remember it.

We had our half hour break away from the others, I chatted Joe and I
suppose I investigated him, he probably thought I was as nosey as hell. I
found out he lived about ten minutes walk from me, his parents ran a bed
and breakfast in Sussex Gardens and he'd gone to the London Nautical
School, which was a school for budding Merchant Navy officers, of course in
those days we did still have a merchant fleet. He'd flunked badly at
trigonometry and navigation and it seemed, reading between the lines, he
got so stressed that he began playing truant and his parents decided enough
was enough.

I'm always a bit vague about school, people say it is supposed the be the
happiest time of your life, I used to hate it. All I wanted to do was get
out and earn some money. Joe seemed to be like minded, we got along well in
the weeks leading upto that year's summer break.

Anyway, on day one we were on a learning curve as they say nowadays. There
was a certain something about him that clicked with me. There was his
obvious beauty (to me at least) and there was his easy street cred as the
kids of today would say but there was something else. I realised much later
in my life, in retrospect, that my immature gaydar was kicking in, mind you
I didn't know I was gay at the time so I had an excuse for being a bit
confused.

So, here I was on a Monday afternoon just after four o'clock walking home
with my new friend and thinking about Wednesday. I expect that the few
people that come across this story will say: 'What the hell's Wednesday got
to do with anything?'  I shall tell you.

Wednesday was our Sports Day. Lunch was set early and at twelve thirty half
the school marched in classes upto the nearby Marylebone Railway Station
and travelled to Sudbury where the school sports fields were situated. We
then split up into our various groups and did whatever the current Gym
Master had in mind. Our class were the up and coming rugby mob but I wasn't
too fussed about rugby it was just a good excuse to roll around in the mud
as far as I was concerned. I never understood the rules other than the
golden one, you had to bath afterwards and that's where the fun was. Soapy,
slippery boys. Wowsie wow. The one day of the week you could see all the
boys you lusted for and dreamed about in the raw. Nobody evaded the
bathroom, none of the modern day shillying and shallying about, you played
rugby, you bathed. I wanted to see my Joe naked, Joe was my new lust.

I suppose at this stage I should say a bit about myself. I was a slender
blonde boy, average height for a fourteen year old, pretty good at the
academic side of things, totally useless at sport although I liked
sports. A tryer more than an achiever if you know what I mean, I'd try my
hand at anything and usually cock it up.

Back to the story, Joe and I split at the end of my road and he continued
on home. I floated home, I was in love, I had a boyfriend living two
streets away and the summer holidays were almost with us. Better still
Wednesday was around the corner and I was going to see my Joe's bits and
pieces.

We met up the following morning and walked to school, it was funny, there
is an American expression that goes something like coming from the wrong
side of the tracks or something like that. From where we lived we had to
cross two large main roads which were very busy even in those days, once
across them and you'd moved from the commercial world and bed and breakfast
land centred on Paddington Station and moved across to poshville. It was
like a tangible barrier, for Paddington lads it was like entering a quieter
and richer land. The locals 'over there' were so super posh they didn't
even like the Grammar School, the kids were too noisy ..... shame.

We got through the second day, I introduced Joe to some fellow 'peasants'
and our little band of oiks began to form. That set the scene for the rest
of our time at the school, it was always the street kids against the posh
kids but that used to happen a lot in those days. It's easy to say in
hindsight that English education was going through a tectonic shift or
something similar but not the sort of thing that sprang to mind when you
were only fourteen. Everything seemed to be getting nationalised, the
Welfare Stae was being formalised and big things were happing nationally
but not to a school kid, there was a long hot summer to look forward to. On
our slow walk home that afternoon Joe quizzed me on the sports setup and I
told him what was what. He was a bit worried because the Nautical School
he'd left didn't have sports as such, they mucked about on boats down at
the London Docks, rowing and then sailing when they were older, rugby was
going to be a rude awakening for him.

'Hope they don't pick on me,' he spoke with some concern.

'Don't worry about it, Joe. The gang and myself will keep an eye
open. Anyway, stick with me.'

'I'll do that, Mick. Wanna pop around my place for a cuppa?'

'Yeah, ta.' I was over the moon my mother didn't get in until around half
past six and although I had a door key it was a bit boring sitting indoors
and I had to peel the spuds for the evening meal. Such was life, you catch
kids peeling spuds now.  A quick cup of tea around Joe's and I'd still have
time in hand.

I tell you, that was an eye opener. His parents ran a bed and breakfast in
Sussex Gardens which a long road almost exclusively given over to Hotels
and bed and breakfast houses (probably still is). They were nice people
albeit rather busy, His mum made us tea and settled us in a large kitchen
with cakes and whatnot, she seemed really pleased that he'd got himself a
mate in such a short period.

She asked about the sports day and when I told her that it was more of a
skylark than anything serious she seemed relieved. Both Joe and I did a bit
of namedropping so she must have realised that he'd already been adopted by
local boys against the poshies. Sorry to go on about it but it really
happened, if you were a working class kid in a school of our type, the
upper crust wallies could make your life a misery, the teachers were bad
enough let alone the kids. I left after around an hour but not before Joe
showed me his room, model aeroplanes everywhere, plastic ships, posters
..... the works. How I envied him, I told him rather mawkishly that I had a
box room I could just about get undressed in. When he suggested that I did
a weekend sleepover 'when we knew each other a bit better' I nearly wet my
knickers. God, my young mind boggled.

Wednesday mornings classes were always a bit of a giggle, all the boys were
completely turned off as usual. The main concern was the afternoon fun and
games, history and geography were for nerds, we used to call them swots.
Incidently, the trouble with writing a story like this is that modern
expressions keep creeping in, but you'll have to bear with me if you come
across the odd verbal anachronism. Anyway, off we went after dinner. Yeah,
that's another thing. I always remember they called it dinner time and my
mother used to go ballistic, swearing black was blue that they should more
properly call it lunch time. I didn't give a toss it was grub time to
me. We polished off the nosh in double quick time and mustered in the
playground and marched (you got it 'marched') to Marylebone Station. I
reckon the station staff hated Wednesdays, half a million screaming
schoolies from the local Grammar acting like a load of louts. Great.

To make the day, the ground was wet, sodden in fact and we were up for a
curious mixture of football and rugby, which our games master thought was
spirit building. Apparently getting flattened onto a muddy field with a mob
of screaming kids on top of you was very British. I insisted on being
English ever afterwards, sod all this true Brit grit. Joe was in shock,
he'd never had so many people attacking him and doing the 'grammar school
grope' in his life. I think most of us used sports day as a relief from
sexual tension, cop a feel here and there and pretend it was an accident if
you got captured.

We trooped into the bathing area at the end of it all, most of us were
knackered apart from the odd skiver and it was nudey time. I remember the
bath house had a huge sort of paddling pond thing which you could sit in,
the water came up to around your belly and that was surrounded by a
communal shower. Steamy room, soap sheened boys, slippery teenage bodies
... it was a budding gay boys dream. Joe was a bit shy and probably
embarassed at first but as soon as he saw the others gambolling (there's a
word) and skylarking he was OK, I noticed that he stuck close to me all the
same. I was happy with that. I don't really know what to say about him
naked, I can't keep saying beautiful can I. His dark skin faded where he'd
obviously worn bathing trunks but the paler area was eyecatching, it was to
me anyway and I got quite jealous when I saw some of the other lads taking
a craft peek. He had a nice sized dick, it was uncircumcised and larger
than mine in all ways, even limp it was longer and definitely fatter, I
really had a job keeping myself under control. My love for Joe was on the
cusp, love or lust, lust or love, my fourteen year old mind just couldn't
cope. At the tender age of fourteen is there a difference?

I was a bit surprised on the ride back for him to be a bit more silent than
usual, we said goodby to our mates at the station and we took the long walk
home.

'I was telling mum and dad that you live in a box room,' he cheerfully
announced on the way.

'Thanks for that,' I might have sounded a bit sour. What a thing to say.

'Nah, I was piling it on a bit,' he laughed. 'Anyway, what are you doing
this weekend?'

'Nothing as usual, homework Friday night and maybe a mooch around Hyde Park
Saturday, boring Sunday .... nothing changes.'

'You miserable bugger,' he laughed again, he had one of those laughs you
had to go along with. 'Ask your mum if you can come around my place for
Friday night and Saturday night, we'll look after you.'

'I dunno,' I grinned inanely. 'I'll ask her anyway, she'll probably be
O.K.'.'

'There you go then,' he grinned. 'She'd probably be glad to get rid of you
for a bit.'

'Probably,' I smiled. I'd already told him my mum was on her own and
probably broadcast the fact that I used to get bored out of my skull at the
weekends. 'You still interested in the Sea Cadets tomorrow night.'

'Yeah, not many,' he laughed. 'Bet you look a right tart in a sailor suit.'

'Do not.'

'Do.'

We carried on like this for the rest of the walk and I said farewell at the
end of the street. Another miserable night without Joe. God, I was so much
in love with the boy I really felt like a big girl.

I asked my mother over the evening meal about staying around Joe's for the
Friday and the Saturday nights. She seemed OK and immediately started
planning the food parcel. This is another bit of history; in my day
remember the war was recent in our memories, even I could remember the
doodle bugs and all the rest of it but the thing that stuck in the mind was
rationing and being half starved for most of the time. So amongst mums at
least if you stayed over with another family you always took some bacon,
eggs, something or the other, nothing extravagant just something to show
that you weren't a ponce. Even when my cousin Billy came down from
Hartlepool he came bearing gifts. It was just like Christmas, you never
knew what you were getting.

'They run a B and B, they've got loads of stuff,' I protested in vain.

'No matter, a bit of extra won't go amiss.' That was my mother, a heart of
gold and she used to drive me mad. Of course I had to produce Joe just to
show that I wasn't hanging about with any old lout ..... that went without
saying. This worked out OK because Thursday night was my Sea Cadet night
and I'd chatted Joe about it earlier in the week. Being ex Nautical School
and I suspect being in need of local chums he agreed to come with me and
see if it was his cup of tea or not.

We got through Thursday which was always a let down after the fun of
Wednesday and I was kitted up in my sailor suit ready for Joe around
sixish. My mother was fussing around like a wet hen and I was delighted to
see that she took an immediate liking to my Joe. All the usual ... 'What a
nice boy' ... 'about time you got some decent friends' ... 'you should cut
your hair like that.' Cor, talk about cringe making, I was glad to get out
of the house. The Sea Cadets kept us going until just after nine at night
so we were free for around three hours.

The basement we operated out of was called T.S. Benbow, it was a bit like
an underground Sea Scouts hut, we learned to tie knots, call the floor the
deck and the ceiling a deckhead, we didn't go through doors, we went
through hatches. Once a year we went onto a proper R.N. training ship for a
couple of weeks and slept in hammocks. Those were the days when the Cold
War was beginning, the Korean conflict was about to hit the fan and most of
the public were in favour of the Sea Cadets, Army and Air Force Cadets as
much as the Boys Brigade and the Scouts, nowadays they'd accuse you of
being a fascist for liking wearing a uniform. Having that abstract sense of
love and duty for your country is long outdated, it wasn't then. Seems like
a lifetime ago ..... for God's sake, it was.

Anyway, to cut to the chase (another curious expression). We wobbled home
in the dark around nine thirty and I said goodnight to Joe on his doorstep
and headed for my own place with rather springy steps. My Joe had agreed to
join the Cadets, as they say I was over the moon, to make things even more
exciting he was very interested in the summer camp which this year was
going to be spend on an old MTB on the Medway, fun and games all round I
suspected. There were only eight boys going so it should be quite a family
affair, I knew them all and had introduced Joe to them over the evening. It
started to drizzle on the way home but I didn't care I was walking on cloud
nine as they used to say.

Friday was torture, the school seemed to organise all the really bad
classes for a Friday, Maths, English Grammar, French, you name it. We
survived though, Lisson Grove where our school was was like V.E. Day around
four o'clock in the afternoon. Joe and I said goodbye to our little clique
of mates and we were on our own. The setup was that my mum was going to
feed me and pack me a few odds and ends and I was on the move for around
eight. Joe made the classic comment that he'd better come around an collect
me otherwise my mum would still be farting around at midnight. I didn't
appreciate the remark too much at the time but I knew exactly what he
meant.

Sure enough my boy was swinging off the bell around seven thirty and I was
away, my mum seemed relieved and I wondered if she'd found herself another
boyfriend. Step-dad days were on me, it was only a matter of time.

Of course his place was busy being a Friday night, it was full of Italians
in town for some sort of convention. Joe just laughed them off as wogs.
Remember the war, they were the 'good bad guys' ... work that one out. We
climbed the endless staircase to his room and we were in, he had a small
radio which he cranked up to full volume and we settled on his huge bed.

'I'll go and get some grub and cocoa in a bit,' he looked at me and
grinned. 'Get some kit off, you look like you're going up Everest.'

'Alright,' I laughed. 'What we doing?'

'Cards,' he declared. 'I'm going to teach you pontoon.'

'I can play pontoon,' I smiled quite pleased with myself.

'Strip pontoon?' He smirked.

'What?'

'How did I know you were going to say that,' he laughed. 'Come on, it's a
laugh.' He looked at me suddenly serious. 'You got a good eyeful on
Wednesday you won't see anything new.'

'OK,' I reddened up, his remark had caught me on the hop a bit.

'Don't be embarrassed,' he grinned. 'Everyone checks everyone else out,
it's perfectly natural.'

I didn't bother to explain that what I felt for him was far from natural
. God, I wanted to lie naked with him, I wanted to kiss him and I mean all
over. He was talking about strip pontoon and I was as hard as a chocolate
frog.

'Come on,' he wheedled. 'We'll have half an hour and then I'll sort some
bedtime grub.' He looked at me. 'We can have a bath before bed, I've got my
own bathroom tonight.'

I was confused, I hadn't got the slightest idea what he was talking
about. 'You're own bathroom?' We hadn't even got a bathroom in our place,
we all trooped around the public baths on a Saturday morning, I was
entering a whole new world.

'Yeah,' he smiled at me and produced a pack of cards curiously enough
stashed under his pillow. 'I share with the other two rooms up here but
there's no one in them tonight. A family is having them tomorrow
lunchtime.'

'Ah. Right.' I still barely understood.

'Right. Shoes and socks count as one item.' He shuffled the cards and
looked at me. 'Sure you can play.'

'Absolutely,' I grinned. Christ I wasn't thick, even I could work out that
we'd be naked in an hour or maybe less, how much clothing does your average
boy wear. 'What happens when you run out of clothes?'

'Penalties.' he smiled.

'Don't like the sound of that,' I grumbled. I'd known him for a full week
now and I knew he was upto something but I trusted him. 'You can't go down
to the kitchen with no trousers on,' I laughed.

'I ain't gonna lose, buddy boy,' he gave me a bit of what he fondly
imagined was Jimmy Cagney.

'We'll see,' I sat up on the bed and watched him as he arranged himself for
the game. I could have grabbed him right there and then and sucked the life
from him, I wanted him so hard I felt dampness in my briefs, this was
ridiculous, I wasn't a queer for God's sake.

'Tell you what,' he dropped the cards onto the bed and I thought his
courage had fled. I felt a surge of disappointment for what might have
been, I really felt that we were on the edge of something big. 'Let's go
down and get the nightcap and then we've got the rest of the night to
ourselves.' The look he gave me could only be described as a leer.

'OK.' I eagerly agreed. It seemed we were still on track. We tramped all
the way down to the depths of the house and saw his mum and dad, suitably
fed and after having promised to take a bath before bedding down for the
night we retired (or mountaineered) back upto our room bearing two thermos
flasks of cocoa and a bottle of Tizer for 'night fever' as his father
described it. God knows what he thought we were going to get upto.

Once back in Joe's room he locked the door and we sprawled on the bed
again.

'You allowed to lock yourself in,' I asked in surprise, the only locks in
our place were the toilet and the outside door.

'Natch,' he grinned. 'Wouldn't want one of the guests creeping in on me in
the middle of the night, they might be dirty old men,' he gave a manic
laugh. 'Dr Poofta the Vampire.'

'Right,' I grinned. He had a good point, it was a bed and breakfast joint,
you never knew who was in the place at any one time and up on the top floor
he was a bit out of the way.

'Cut for banker ...... the bank alternates,' he shuffled the cards. 'It's
fairer.'

I didn't see the point with only two of us playing but I didn't argue, I
just wanted to get on with it, someone had to finish up naked and I was a
bit curious about the penalties he'd mentioned.

I got the bank and like a lemon he stuck at sixteen. I turned over a couple
of pictures and called to pay twenties.

'Wrong call,' he howled. 'Pay twenty ones.'

Shit. He was dead right and I admitted it and flung the cards across.

'Get something off, you wrong called.'

I grudgingly removed my shoes, actually I was quite happy with that as I'd
forgotten to bring slippers with me.

I stuck on two pictures the next hand and lo and behold he also got two
pictures, I removed my socks. This was getting exciting, I could feel the
familiar tingle down below again, the meat monster was stirring.

I stuffed him the next time and it was away with his slippers. Next my
pullover, next my school shirt. Then his socks. He lost the next hand and
promptly tugged off his trousers and sat in a pair of Marks and Sparks
y-fronts, I noticed he modestly kept his shirt bottom draped over his groin
but not before I noticed what was surely a mini bulge. I wondered if he was
getting as heated as I was.

I dealt, I lost and he held up a hand. 'I reckon the winner should say what
bit of clothing goes,' he said and he grinned at me. What the hell, we
didn't have too much left to dispose of.

'Next hand,' I suggested not really caring one way or the other, I was
still sure he had a master plan.

'This hand,' he insisted.

'OK.' It was his room after all.

'Take those bloody trousers off,' he hissed.

Now I was in the shit. My shirt had already gone and no way was my vest
going to cover my burgeoning erection, I was a dead man.

'Come on, fair's fair,' he grinned. 'Mine are gone.'

I grudgingly removed my trousers and screwed myself up trying to cover my
embarrassment with my skimpy vest.

'Excellent,' he smiled and took the cards.  He dealt, he lost.

'Shirt,' I croaked, I knew he didn't have a vest on beneath.

He carelessly discarded his shirt and sat there naked apart from the pants,
he avoided my eyes and studied the cards. He was clearly and very obviously
hard, his prong stood up within his pants nudging at the waistband and it
was a bloody sight bigger than mine.

'It happens when I'm with people I fancy,' he croaked and passed the cards
over. I was stunned, I couldn't believe my ears, had he said he fancied me?

I dealt and I lost.

'Vest,' he smiled, he seemed to have recovered, he studied me closely as I
tugged my vest off and sat there with my own erection plainly on display,
well, inside my underwear I mean. 'Nice one,' he grinned. 'Break,' he
laughed and stood up. Even covered his boy hard looked beautiful, I just
wanted to touch it, to feel it, even to taste it ... I must be going mad,
that's what queers did.

'My deal,' he took the cards and dealt. I lost.

'Pants off,' he looked at me steadily and tugged his own pants down, in a
daze I followed his example and we sat there like two naughty schoolies,
naked and hard as flagpoles the pair of us. 'Cocoa time, I think,' he
grinned with a slight blush. 'Naked cocoa.'

I didn't know where to put my face, my dick even had a drop of pearly on
the end, I was seriously on heat, God knows what would happen if he touched
me there ..... and I knew it was going to happen as sure as God made little
apples, something was going to happen, something wonderful.

He sat down on the bed again after pouring the cocoa into two plastic mugs,
he was inches away, he was so close that I could feel his body heat. I just
ached to touch him and to hold him but I was so scared. We drank our cocoa
each avoiding each other's eyes although I was sure he was craftily
studying my body as I was studying his.

'We'd better have a bath,' he muttered.

'There's nobody up on this floor?' I knew we were the only one's I just
wanted to make sure.

'Just us,' he finally looked at me and grinned. 'Wanna share?'

Did I want to share? Of course I wanted to share, I wanted his body, I
wanted his soapy body so badly it hurt.

'Yeah, I suppose,' I tried to look as if I didn't care.

'You're leaking,' he grinned and took my mug from my hand and put them both
on the floor beside the bed. 'Lay back,' he whispered.

I just lay back on the bed and my erection flopped onto my belly, he moved
up alongside me and our bodies finally met, the feel of his firm young
flesh pressed against me nearly made me pass out.

'I do like you so much, Micky,' he blushed dark red and finally made his
move. His hand lightly rested on my penis and as I sighed in pure bliss he
grasped it and moved the loose skin up and down gently. 'Feel me,' he
croaked and I reached out and took his hot flesh into my hand ... at last
we were together. As if it was meant to be we turned inwards and faced each
other each massaging each other's erections slowly and gently. If they got
any harder or any hotter there'd be steam coming off them.

'I like you too. Joe,' I croaked and stared into his green eyes, they drew
me in like a whirlpool and I felt my face nearing his, I remember his lips
parting and we kissed. Our very first glorious kiss ..... it seemed to go
on for ever.

'I was so scared,' he started at me bright eyed as we finally parted.

His hands moved to my hips and he pulled us together so that our erections
were trapped between our bellies and we cuddled moving slowly against each
other massaging the hot masses between our bodies.

'I was scared but I'm not now,' I kissed him again and this time his mouth
opened and I felt his tongue slip against my lips and I let him in. It was
even better than the first one, we tongue wrestled and tried to suck the
life out of one another and all the time we moved together massaging out
hot boy cocks between out cocoa full bellies. 'You done this with other
boys?'

'Only one but he wasn't as nice as you,' he broke from kissing for a
moment. 'I wanna do the lot with you, Micky.'

Whatcha mean,' I squeaked. I knew exactly what he meant, I wasn't a
complete dummy.

'I wanna do you and I want you to do me,' he whispered and nuzzled at my
cheek with his soft lips and hot breath. 'I want us both to go all the
way.'

'I've never done it before,' I replied scared out of my skin but wanting so
much to 'do it' with this wonderful boy. The belly fucking was getting
faster and more frantic as we ground away at each other. I think he popped
first, I heard him groan and then the warm slipperyness as his cum splashed
up onto our bellies coating me and him with his thick creamy boy's
juices. It was too much, I gave a gutteral growl and humping into the
slippery mess spurted and squirted my own sweet seed between our joined
bodies.

'And I've never done that before,' he giggled as we slid apart and both
examined our limpening cocks and our spunk covered tummies.

'I'm so happy,' I cuddled him and he smiled back at me.

'I think I'm in love, Micky.' He kissed me on the tip of my nose.

'I've been in love since Monday,' I retorted and kissed him on the lips
again.

'Excellent,' he laughed and to my disappointment slipped from the bed. He
took a bathrobe and a dressing gown from the back of the door. 'Cover your
sweet body, Micky boy, we're going for a hike.'

We scampered down to the bathroom like a pair of juvenile cat burglars and
once in locked the door although we knew the rest of the floor was
deserted. I think it was in the sudsy bath that we both inflated again as
you might say. We had fun, soapy wanking and slippery horseplay until we
tired and the time came for us to return to his room and hopefully, more
sexplay. I suppose he was the first person to call me Micky, until then
everyone used to call me Mike, mind you didn't give a toss what he called
me. Back in the room we dried off properly and made a fuss of each other
drying between the legs and examining each other in the minutest of detail.

'Ever heard of a sixty niner?' He grinned at me his eyes full of mischief.

'Sort of .....' I hesitated. 'It's between men and women when they sorta
lick and suck .....' I ran out of puff. I just sat there red faced, I
wasn't used to talking about sex.

'Boy's can do it,' he grinned stroking my bare leg. I felt myself
stiffening once more.

'Really,' my voice broke into a squeak again.

'Yeah, really,' he laughed and pushed me flat onto my back. 'I do this to
you.....' his sexy eyes locked onto mine as he dropped his head.

I really thought I'd died and gone to heaven, he took a brief lick at my
fully exposed knob and the I felt the warmth and the wetness of his mouth
around my hardness. 'Joeeeeey,' I wailed and held his head as he began to
bob up and down on me. I groaned and nearly passed out as I pumped up into
his moist heat, I knew exactly what he wanted. I was scared but I was going
to do it or die in the attempt. I started to move around on the bed.

'There you are,' he stopped for a moment. 'You ain't so dumb after all,' he
started to move around as well as his head dropped once more. I was finally
lined up and I grasped his delicious penis and studied it in close up. In
spite of his earlier massive cum there was already the telltale shinyness
there and the faintest smear of precum at his slit. 'Go on,' he urged me
and then for the first time in my young live I took another boy's penis
into my mouth.

It was beautiful, it was sooooo smooth, the faintest taste and smell of cum
but just nectar to my young taste buds, I started to move my lips up and
down as he sighed his satisfaction and redoubled his efforts on my own
raging hardon.

I did say that I wasn't used to talking about sex, I didn't say that I
didn't know anything about it. When he grasped my buns and slipped his
fingers between by sweaty cheeks I knew exactly what he was after and I
wanted him so hard, he could have fucked me on the spot. I didn't give a
toss about the foreplay I just wanted his wonderful dark skinned cock in my
body. Having said that, I wanted to plunder his cute little bottom until I
was a husk. I wanted Joey both ways and he could have the same, I just
prayed that he wasn't one of these boys who was all taker and all user. I
wanted us to be lovers in the fullest sense of the word. I was totally and
utterly inexperience in this sort of thing but it all seemed to come so
naturally.

I didn't know where Joey got his experience from and I didn't want to ask,
I knew that I'd be so jealous of anyone else and I didn't want to spoil
what we had going. Live for the moment is a pretty good motto. Carpe Diem
and all that.

'I'm cuming,' I wailed, I could feel my heat rising as I sucked him like a
fleshy lollipop. I thought he'd pull away but he kept sucking and as I
jetted and spurted he gobbled and swallowed, a second later without any
warning he also spunked and I drank his savoury juices as he had with me, I
couldn't do any less for my lovely Joe boy.

'Wow, that's a first,' he swivelled round on the bed and we lay face to
face.

'You've got spunk on your face,' I giggled.

'Lick it off then,' he nuzzled at me and licked my cheeks and my nose, I
returned the favour. Tell you what, my cum tasted nice. This was twenty
four carat pervyville.

'Only one thing to do and we're married,' he breathed into my mouth and
kissed me.

'What?' I mumbled. I knew exactly what he was going to say.

'You know, Micky,' he snuggled in tightly. 'We've gotta go all the way,'
his voice was barely above a whisper.

'I dunno, I've never gone this far before .....' I held him tightly. In
truth, I'd never been with another boy before, well I'd shared a wank with
another kid and I shared a bed with my cousin from up North but I'd never
gone as far as I had with Joey.

'Later,' he sighed and closed his eyes. 'I don't want to fall out with you,
not now we've come this far,' he looked at me and grinned. 'Ready for bed?'

Ready for bed? We'd been on the bed for a couple of hours at least, perhaps
he meant sleep.

'Yeah.'

He got from the bed and switched the room's light off, he had a small
bedside light but after we got under the bedding and snuggled up he
switched that off as well. The room was dark but there was just enough
light coming up from the street to see the outline of the furniture and the
gleam of his eyes.

'Whatcha thinking?' His breath was hot on my neck and the tactile sensation
of his smooth skin against mine was such a turn on, I clutched him
fiercely, now I'd found him I just didn't want to let go.

'I think I'm ..... in love.' The last bit came out as a groan, it was so
hard to say. How sick and how sad can you get telling another boy that you
love him but I'd wanted to say it and I had. I didn't know if he was going
to mock me, laugh at me or what.

He gave me a long look in the dark and I felt his lips brush mine. 'I love
you too, Micky. I loved you so bad from the moment I saw you on Monday'
. God, the kiss that followed was a gold medal winner, it was the kiss of
the century. We'd both said what was in our hearts, in modern speech we'd
come out to each other if not to the world. 'Just between us,' he
whispered.

'Just us, our secret,' I giggled as I felt him prod me under the balls, his
penis had recovered and now I could feel his fat warmth nudging between my
legs. I untangled myself and rolled over presenting my back to him and he
snuggled up sliding his re-awakened hardness between my legs. 'Sleep,' I
muttered and wriggled back against his smooth belly.

'See you in the morning,' he whispered and then there was silence.

I was awoken by the sound of birdsong, I was a bit bewildered but as I felt
the body heat of my lover I realised where I was. I was laying on my side
and Joey was spooned up against my back, needless to say I could feel his
boy sex hard up against my bottom. I wriggled slightly and felt it slip
between my legs, an open and a close and I had his hot meat between my legs
as I squashed my thighs together.

He muttered in his sleep and I felt one arm around me and his hand on the
gentle round of my belly and then it slipped down.

'You awake?' I whispered. God knows why I was whispering, we had the whole
of the upper floor to ourselves for the present and glancing at the clock I
could see it was only six, we hadn't got to go down for breakfast until
eight o'clock. I could see through the window that we had a cloudless blue
sky and I suspected it would be a nice sunny day a little later on, for the
moment I enjoyed his body heat and his smoothness as he pressed against my
back. 'You awake?' I tried again.

'Just,' he murmured and his hand dropped onto my cock. 'Randy sod,' he
giggled and I felt him kiss the back of my neck and he made a vague fucking
motion between my legs. 'I meant it last night.'

'So did I.' I presumed that we were talking about the same thing.

'There's some hand cream in the bathroom cabinet,' he nuzzled at my ear.

'So?'

'Shall I get it?' I wasn't daft enough to ask what for.

'Yeah.' I replied quietly. I knew what he wanted, he was as hard as a
rock. I looked at him as he scampered across the room naked with his fat
cock at full stretch, he was so fuckin' beautiful and he wanted me and I
knew there and then that I was going to let him do what he wanted to. I
could no more refuse him than cut my own throat. I wanted him in me and I
wanted him to fill me with his boy juice. I was head over heels in love and
this was the final step in our little affair. This was the ultimate, after
this there was no going back.

He was back in a minute or so and I shivered as his chilled body slipped
back into the warm bed and he took up his position again sliding his dry
heat between my legs.

'Can I .....'

'Yeah,' I wiggled my bottom. 'But stop if I tell you.'

'OK,' he gulped and I felt him draw off me a little. I was dreading this
moment, I wanted him so bad but I was so scared. What if he hurt me, what
if I was no good, so many what ifs. 'I do love you, Mikey.' I gasped and
flinched as I felt his stiffness now slippery and warm glide between my
cheeks and search for my hole.

'Love you too, Joey,' I tensed as I felt his oiled knob push against my
sphincter.

'Mikey,' he moaned as he pushed harder and I felt my ring stretching. God
it hurt but I was brave, I felt his glans open me up and enter my body and
then the pain went. It was an uncomfortable feeling at first but as he
slowly sank deeper and then made his first tentative movements it all came
right. I squeezed my cheeks on his intrusion and he began to slowly move to
and fro. 'Aah, Mikey, you are so tight,' he mumbled and kissed my neck
moving in deeper and deeper until I felt his soft pubics angainst my cheeks
and the round of his belly nestling against the small of my back.

'Aaaah.' I couldn't say anything as I pushed back onto him and relished in
the feeling of his hot cock inside me for the very first time.  'You O.K?'

'Wonderful,' he reached around and grasped my own erection and gently
stirred himself in my body wrapping his legs around mine until he was in me
as far as he could get.

'Somebody told me you can do this front to front sort of thing,' I dredged
this up from my memory. I had no idea how it worked but it seemed so much
more romantic to do 'it' face to face.

'Tonight,' he promised.

'Joey.'

'Yeah.'

'Fuck me.' There. I'd said it.

That was it, we started on our sides and then I went onto my belly and he
tried with his legs outside mine. He finally got my legs spread and got
inside and then it started. He humped and pumped and I pushed my bottom up
to meet his downwards thrustings and I loved it. I despised myself for
liking it but I couldn't help it. He was gentle, he was good and he was
mine. He took me with a youthul enthusiasm that had me begging him to go
deeper and go harder, I couldn't get enough.

And when he came. Jeeesus, what an experience. The very first swelling of
another boy's cock in your bum, the very first pulses and hot splurts and
splashes. A lover's very life force filling you with it's slippery warmth,
I reached back and grabbed his narrow hips, I didn't want him to stop.

'Cor, I'm shagged,' he stirred his limpening meat in my spunk filled
passage.

'Later, baby.' Shit, I was now even calling him baby. For God's sake.

'Not later,' he whispered and I felt his slow withdrawal with a sense of
loss. 'Now, Mikey,' he lay alongside me on his belly. 'Do me ..... baby,'
he gave me a cheeky grin.

I leant over him and traced kisses down his smooth back, I was putting off
the inevitable. I wanted him so bad but I'd never done it before and I
didn't want to cock up (no pun intended), I wanted to get it right. His
bottom was beautiful (here I go again), so smooth, so firm, slightly paler
than the rest of his body and the crack between his cheeks was awaiting me.

'Come on, Micky,' he whispered and parted his legs.

I knelt between them and lightly rubbed my glans up his smooth cheeks and
then down again, my glans was slippery with precum but I smeared some of
his hand cream over it and up and down my shaft. I guided it between his
cheeks and felt the hot flesh part.

'Down a bit,' he muttered. I obeyed and felt his flesh yield. I pushed
again gently and nearly passed out on the spot. He grunted and I saw his
hands clutch the pilow as I felt my raging erection enter his bum for the
very first time. 'Easy,' he groaned and I froze for a moment and then
pushed again. I was so scared of losing it and either plunging into him and
hurting him or withdrawing and losing him for ever. I pushed again and felt
my oiled cock slip inside his hot tunnel. I was inside my lover.

'Jesus, Joe, this is fantastic,' I kissed the back of his sweat sheened
neck and began to move in and out, my hardness was trapped in his delicious
warmth and I was sinking deeper and deeper into his body. I was having my
first fuck and it wasn't with a sloppy slut from the local girl's school it
was with a boy, a boy I loved so hard I was feeling physically sick
..... now is that weird or what.

'Yeah, I'm OK,' he sounded surprised. 'Come on, do me,' he gave a little
chuckle and pushed his bottom up onto my slow descent. I felt my sparse
blonde publics press against his taut cheeks and his spine against my
belly. 'Yeah, I can live with this,' he gave an experimental squeeze on my
hardness.

I rested on my forearms either side of his torso and started to move my
hips up and down feeling the exquisite pleasure as my slick shaft slid in
and out of his tight sphincter and my sensitive knob moved inside his tight
tunnel. This was it, this was the jackpot and he was craning his head
around trying to kiss me as I fucked him.

'I can't keep going,' I wailed. I was going to cum, I could feel it and it
was far too soon. Christ, I'd only just started.

'You'll last longer next time,' he giggled and really pushed up hard onto
my thrustings.

I came, I cum, whatever. I spunked massively into his sweet boy fanny, I
thought I'd died and gone to heaven as my cock jerked as if alive filling
his tight little arse with my youthful spunk. The rest was an anti climax,
we we both shagged both physically and mentally. We'd done it, we'd done
the ultimate evil, we'd fucked arse. I suppose the recriminations, the
arguing and the self lothing would come later but for the moment we were
glued together with sweat and cum, joined as one by my slowly wilting penis
inside his hot body.

'Oi, lover boy.' He squeezed his buttocks and gave a little push up.

'Yeah.'

'Get off, you're squashing me ..... and take it out slow,' he craned his
head again. 'Was I OK?'

'Fantastic, Joey,' I nearly burst into tears I was so happy, now is that
contrary or what? Nevertheless, I carefully slipped from him and flopped on
my back, the next thing I knew he was on me, a full gum numbing kiss and
then we just laid there with out hearts hammering away gazing at each other
waiting for one of us to break the silence.

'Place stinks,' he muttered and then looked at me and grinned. 'Boy pong.'

I had to laugh, he really was a romantic.

'I love you, Joe.'

'Love you too, Micky,' he cuddled me and looked at me quite seriously. 'But
this is got to be our secret, no gossip, no chatting .....'

'Alright,' I agreed. Damn right, I wasn't going to tell the whole school
that my new chum and myself were nobbing each other. It was a Grammar
School after all.

'A bit of fresh air wouldn't hurt,' he clambered from the bed and I admired
his trim form in the dawn light as he opened the window to allow more of
the fresh day's balmy air to circulate the room. 'We got some cocoa left,'
he sat in the early light from the steet and I saw him pour what remained
from the thermos and come and sit on the bed.

'Cheers,' I accepted the small mug of tepid cocoa. 'What now?'

'Whatcha mean: What now?' He looked at me and I saw his teeth gleam as he
grinned down at me. 'Now we're proper boyfriends. Secret boyfriends,' he
amended.

'That's true.'

'Fantastic,' he flicked my limp dick with his finger.

'Ouch, that hurt,' I reached out and slid my hand down the top of his
smooth thigh and felt his soft meat, as I massaged it I could feel it start
to mass out, to thicken and get stiffer.

'You'll kill me,' he whispered as he removed the mug and lay alongside me
again. 'Say you liked it and you want to do it again, Micky.'

'I don't have to,' I kissed the end of his nose. 'You know I do.'

'Thank God for that, I thought that........'

'Don't think.' I kissed him again on the lips. 'Sleep, we've got another
hour or so.'

'Good,' he mumbled and I felt his body relax. God, life was so good and
things could only get better.

We were up a couple of hours later and silly to say I think we were both
embarassed. We hardly talked to each other as we prepared for the long trek
downstairs for our breakfasts. He briefly informed me that he had a small
amount of chores to do and he expected me to help, I just mumbled my
assent. I wanted to broach the subject of the previous night but I sensed
he didn't want to talk or he wasn't ready.

I was so bloody miserable even his mother sensed it, we had breakfast with
his mum and dad and I suspect that they thought we'd probably had a boy
tiff ... it happens with mates.

The small tasks he had to do were over and done by ten and we were off out
into the sun, we decided to wander down the road to Kensington Gardens and
hassle the ducks ( a great time passer for bored boys I can tell you). It
wasn't until we were ready to go back for our lunch that we finally got to
talking. We were sitting by the Bandstand in the Gardens watching some nut
with a remote control boat hassling the smaller kids with their little
sailboats.

'He wants a punch, that bloke,' Joe actually smiled. 'Go on, your turn.'

'No way, he's bigger than me,' I smiled in return. Talk to me Joe
..... please.

'You know about last night,' he spoke slowly and made a point of not
looking at me.

'Yeah,' I replied cautiously.

'I'm not sorry you know. I liked it and I know you did so why should I say
sorry.'

'I don't want you to say sorry, Joe.'

'You don't?'

'No, why should you. We're both grown up kids.'

'Well sort of,' he laughed. 'I meant what I said as well,' he looked at me
and a flush had darkened his already dark skin. 'I did mean it, Micky.'

'That you .....' I choked on the word.

'Yeah. I love you. I can't help it.' My poor Joe boy he was nearly crying.

'I love you too, Joe,' I forced myself to look at him and I suspect I was
as red a a tomato. It's not the thing you normally say to a school friend,
is it?

'Great,' his face split in a huge style. 'My mum goes up the market after
lunch and the old man tags along to do the humping.'

'Yeah,' I raised my eyebrows.

'Yeah,' he laughed. 'They don't come back until around four.'

'Really.'

'Really,' he echoed and he burst out laughing. 'Fancy a little get
together?'

'Somewhat.'

'You are such a tart. Micky,' he laughed uproariously drawing a few
surpised looks from the kids. 'Such a tart.'

'Only for you, Joe.'

'Fair enough,' he stood and gave an almost imperceptible pelvic
thrust. 'Lunch?'

'Joe roll sounds good,' I sniggered as I stood up as well and we took the
long slow stroll back up the road.

Lunch was quick and easy, his family tended to snack and make up for it
with a hugh dinner due to the business they were in, my mum being a working
mother did the same so nothing out of order there. Joe told them we were
staying in for the afternoon but would probably go boating on the
Serpentine Sunday morning if they could fund him.

Needless to say that this brought on the lecture of not getting into
mischief and behaving ourselves and last but not least a very firm brief on
not upsetting new guests who had moved in up on our floor but were out and
about anyway.The couple who had occupied the end room on our floor had a
twelve year old son and Joe's mother said she had volunteered us for
babysitting in the evening but that could be discussed later in the day.

'Great,' Joe moaned as we mounted the stairway to heaven me trailing and
studying his tight bum as usual. 'Talk about how to spoil a night.'

'Well he's not sleeping with us,' I laughed. 'We can play cards or
something.'

'We can play wrestling,' Joe turned and flashed me a grin. 'That's more
fun. Egyptian wrestling's the best.'

'Tell me,' I grinned, there had to be a catch.

'Naked wrestling,' he whispered as we reached our floor.

'We did all that last night,' I laughed.

'Not with a twelve year old virgin,' he gave an evil chuckle straight from
a B Movie.

'Yeah, well it's you and me this afternoon,' I think I might have sounded a
bit upset. Christ, we'd started the love affair of the century and he was
already on about twelve year old kids. For God's sake.

'Yeah, you and me this afternoon,' he whispered as he unlocked his
room. 'We doing it, Micky?'

'Yeah,' I gulped. No need to ask what 'it' was.

We went in and locked ourselves in, not much chance of being disturbed but
better safe than sorry. He drew the curtains and we rather selfconciously
got undressed. We shared a giggle when we both dropped our underwear to
display two very healthy young male erections raring to go as they way.

'You do me first,' he whispered as we dropped onto the bed with me on top
my hardness mashing against his as I dry humped against his warm
flesh. 'From the front but stop if I tell you to.'

'OK,' I muttered and accepted the faithful cream. I didn't want to look, it
was fine shoving it up someone's bum but I didn't really have the courage
or the will to study the actual hole so it was all done by slippery
feel. We got there in the end, I gave a gentle push and experienced the now
familiar pleasure of him opening up for me. He gave a little groan and
tears sprang to his eyes but he didn't tell me to stop. With my glans
barely in him I started to to move, I slipped out and quickly entered him
again and gained depth.

'Yeah,' go on,' he urged me on, now he was smiling up at me. 'Come on,
Micky. Gimme babies.' The old B Movie cackle again and I was fucking my
beautiful dark skinned boyfriend. It was the best, he was so bloody tight
and I could see that he was enjoying it as much as I was.

Don't know if I'd be the same although the thought of his thick cock in me
was making me as horny as hell, I was as hard as an iron bar as I ploughed
into his more than willing body.

'Ooooh, Joe. This is the bestest,' I wittered on as I shafted him hard and
deep.

'The bestest,' he laughed and pressed his calves onto my back making every
motion an effort as if he wanted me in deep and he wanted me to stay. 'Come
on, he grunted more encouragement and started to wank his already dripping
erection.

'No don't,' I stopped him. 'I want you to cum in me,' I crushed my lips
against his. 'Don't cum, Joe,' I whined like a little girl.

'OK,' he flathanded my pumping cheeks as I worked my way to my climax. It
took time, I wasn't that much of a sexual athlete but I was so excited both
kissing him and gazing into his green eyes that I was as hard as an iron
bar. I was so bloody hard it hurt and I cried out like a tart as I felt the
now familar rush, the heat and the pumping and throb as I squirted and
spurted my boy cum deep into his sweet body. 'Jeez, Micky. You are a
monster,' he held me in tightly as I slowly moved in and out of his cum
filled tunnel. 'Glad you didn't let me cum,' he grinned rubbing his hard on
against my belly.

'So am I,' I laughed as I slowly slid free. It was time for my secopnd
joining to be polite and this time I could actually watch his face as he
took me, great.

I lay on my back and looked at the ceiling but he wasn't in a rush, his
dark skinned dick wobbled and swung about as he hovered over sucking my
little tit nubs for some reason and then he sucked and slobbered down my
belly being careful not to get to near to my limp noodle. He was probably
thinking about where it had just been, we weren't quite ready to cross that
barrier but I had a funny feeling that much dirtier adventures lay ahead,
hopefully.

'Put your legs up,' he helped me and after studying me with my legs up in
the air like a gymnast he finally decided to guide my knees down to my
chest. 'Your hole's winking at me,' he declared which set off a fresh bout
of giggling but suddenly he moved in and screwed his face up. There was a
brief pain and his gloriously fat and super hard cock speared into me.

I gasped and clutched him but after a pause and a round of sorry, sorry he
was away and once more I revelled in his hot flesh and his passion. This
time I gazed into his handsome face and his wonderful eyes as he fucked his
little heart out and finally filled me with his sweet boyish cream. Hot,
slimy and slippery but all Joe's or should I say all mine as I clamped hard
onto his wilting cock and held him tightly.

'Jeez,' he gasped as he say in me and kissed gently. 'God, I'm gonna like
this school.'

'So am I... with you in it,' I blushed and clamped my legs across his back
tightly. I could swear he was stiffening up again. 'School holidays
soon. the camping thing... all those little sailor boy mates of ours...'

'Micky and Joey, super corrupters,' he giggled.

'Don't forget the twelve year old babysitting bit later.'

'Jeez,' he moaned and started to move slowly inside me.

'You can't.' I sighed.

'I can,' he grinned and he did.


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