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DAVID'S EARLY YEARS
by
G. Cutter
6 - The Sports Club
David had just turned fifteen and entered into his last year at school. His mother had settled in well with her job as Catering Manageress in the old folk's estate where she had finally come to roost. An ongoing problem was accomodation, at present she was awaiting a staff house but for the moment she had a single bedsitter and David had another. There was some dispute over David having his own small bedsitter at such an early age but he was in close proximity to his mother and he did various odd jobs around the place which made him useful to the employers. Besides which he was growing into quite a personable young man and put himself out to get on well with the old residents and others that counted.
Martin and his mother had departed the scene for a different job and location leaving David on his own once more but schooling and earning suplements to his meagre pocket money kept him busy and, at least, with his own small room and little bathroom he could please himself what he did within reason.
The long summer holiday was about to get under way and he was under growing pressure from his mother to get some sort of a small job and begin to pay his way and it was with this in mind he was wandering down to the Cricket and Football Club which was situated on the edge of the 'village' as the oldsters called their estate which had been built in Victorian times. There were three Clubs catering for different sports scattered around the estate's perimeter and the Cricket and Football Club was the nearest for David in terms of walking.
David's mother had found out through her various contacts that the Club was going through a period of renovation both of the grounds and the building and that the Groundsman had been putting out feelers for likely lads and also suggesting that he was willing to pay around £20 a day for anyone who was willing to work .... hence David's early morning walk. He had a nine o'clock appointment with the groundsman who was a young West Indian going by the unlikely name of Andrew McIntosh. David idly wondered what a coloured haggis looked like although he'd been told the man was only eighteen or nineteen which made him a teenager more than a man in the fullest sense. He was keen to meet the guy as anyone under the age of sixty five was a bit of a novelty on an old folk's estate and the job, if indeed there was a job going, would get him away from the 'wrinklies' as the three clubs did their own thing completely detached from the 'village' as such.
The door to the clubhouse was open and he walked in a trifle nervously and followed the strains of early morning radio into a room which was very clearly the bar area, a tall black youth sat on a chair with his feet resting on a table sipping tea and reading a morning paper.
'Andy?' David walked in and hovered. He was always a bit nervous meeting fresh faces and this was a completely new scene for him, he was after work and he had a six or seven week holiday to try and cover.
'Yeah, have a seat,' the youth stood up and promptly disappeared into a small side room. David sat down and looked around to be brought down to earth by a voice calling out asking him if he took sugar in his tea.
'Yeah, two please.'
A moment later Andy returned and offered David a steaming mug and sat down opposite.
'Gotta assume that you're David Gardiner,' Andy grinned cheerfully. David stared back, the chocolate skinned teenager was extemely good looking, tightly cropped back hair but a straight roman nose with narrow lips, he looked more of a coloured European than the stereotype of a negro. The only immediate flaw David noticed was that the youth had a small mole on the side of his nose but that was hardly cause to banish him from your bed was it? David assumed that the vision was West Indian rather than African, in any case wherever he came from he was drop dead gorgeous.
'I am,' David replied feeling a little tongue tied. By now his immature gaydar was kicking in a little, he'd already suspected a couple of the older members of staff fancied him, Andy was the same, Andy was either gay or possibly just up for fun but David could sense it. The boy smiled politely, unless he was completely and utterly mistaken Andy would be chatting him up after a couple of days. He stretched out his legs and let Andy do the talking, he was the one interviewing after all.
'The club is prepared to sub me to pay an assistant for the next four or five weeks to carry out a schedule of work both on the grounds and in the clubhouse,' Andy started. 'Some decorating in my place as well,' he seemed to tack this on as an afterthought. 'The club is prepared to pay a hundred notes for a four day week as long as the work gets done ..... cash in hand that is.'
David nodded, he'd noticed how the youth had tacked on the bit about the decorating, he sensed a move coming on, he wasn't that dumb. Andy was in a perfect situation to use the club's money to his own advantage and he suspected that was exactly what was going to happen. 'I'm easy, I just want to earn some money.'
'Shouldn't think you'd have too much trouble there,' Andy gave David a meaningful look leaving no doubt about what he was suggesting.
'Work's hard come by around here,' David refused to rise to the bait, he just played dumb, there was a long holiday ahead but if Andy thought he'd netted a gullible schoolkid he was in for one rude awakening. Get the job firmed up, get it off and running and any hanky panky could be catered for later.
'Well I've got work,' Andy sipped his tea and seemed to come to some sort of a decision. 'You OK to work right now?'
'Yeah,' David was surprised things were moving so fast. 'I need to let my mum know.'
'Use this,' Andy produced a mobile phone. 'Let her know you'll be done around five.'
'What about lunch.'
'Don't worry about that,' Andy grinned. 'You can eat at my place. I've got the house next door.'
'OK.' David stood and took the phone walking nearer the door for a bit of privacy. He'd been prepared to play Andy a little like a fish on a line but the older boy had moved very smoothly and quickly, a lot faster than David had anticipated. He was aware of Andy's dark brown eyes burning a hole in the seat of his trousers, if he'd spun around he'd probably catch the West Indian youth in the act but he didn't want to embarrass his future boss.
He contacted his mother and she was delighted that he was going to be earning from there and then. He sat down with Andy and finished his tea and they were on their way. The forenoon's work was a doddle, all he did was to move spikes around whilst Andy set up long pieces of brightly coloured cord, ran a white liner along the cord and then moved onto the next bit of marking. David was vaguely aware that they were doing the initial marking for a pair of football pitches but just did as he was told. No doubt he would learn as he went along. After a couple of hours he was feeling a trifle weary, he just wasn't used to concentrated work, he'd never appreciated being a groundsman involved so much walking around, he must have covered five miles in two hours of work. Andy confided in him that doing the pitches that way was a bit out of date but a hell of a sight cheaper than the club bringing in top line markers at the start of the season.
'As long as the measurements are right they're happy,' he grinned at David and wiped his whitener stained hands on his overall trousers. 'Ready for a bit of lunch?'
'Yeah, sure,' David stood up. He'd caught Andy's speculative gaze on him a couple of times and he was pretty sure where the groundsman's interests lay. He decided to play dumb, he was in the mood for a bit of rumpy pumpy but he wasn't giving away the cherry without a bit of courtship. It had been slightly over a year since the Brighton episode and he'd grown, he was still slim but taller and more self confident, he'd give Joe and Thomas a run for their money now. His mother kept telling him how good looking he was ....and he believed her.
'You should learn,' Andy talked as they walked back across the field. 'I leave here in a month or so and they'll be looking for a full time groundsman and gopher ..... they pay well.' He laughed. 'They've got to, they're such a lazy bunch of prats it's unbelievable.'
'Mmmm,' David's mind went into overdrive. 'Worth thinking about I suppose.'
'Yeah, we're coming onto football shortly and the football season is a sight easier than the cricket, loads of young footballers around,' he flashed a grin over a shoulder as he opened the garden gate to the house right next door to the clubhouse. 'Chez Moi,' he announced.
Taking David around the side of the house Andy led inside through the kitchen and promptly produced two plates from a cupboard. 'Make yourself useful, kid. Do a couple of juices from the fridge.' The coloured youth swiftly prepared a pair of ham salads with the minimum of fuss. 'Enough?'
'Fine,' David took the proffered plate and glass of juice. He wasn't to fussed he always had a big evening meal in his mothers cafeteria with the nursing staff. He tailed Andy into what was clearly the lounge or living room, a comfortable mess. He sniffed the air once. Yeah, another thing was clear, the West Indian liked his smoke ..... as in wacky baccy, the scent was noticeable.
'Gonna be hot out there this afternoon,' Andy shovelled food into his mouth and looked across at David.
'Shirt off time,' David agreed.
'Get you a nice tan,' Andy laughed. 'I got mine naturally.'
'Very nice too,' David murmured as he ate. At least he'd let Andy know he wasn't colour biased, far from it, the more he saw of the West Indian youth the more he liked.
'We'll try and finish the one pitch, we can sort out the other tomorrow,' Andy looked at his new assistant. 'OK?'
'Upto you,' David grinned. 'You're the boss.' Andy had something more than work in mind, he was sure about that, he decided on playing the thicko for a little longer, it was early days, no need to rush.
They were back outside in half an hour, Andy explained that if they shortened the lunch break then it wasn't exactly necessary to be too dogmatic on the hours worked. Sure enought the shirts came off and David spent as much time admiring Andy's sweat sheened dark brown torso as holding his assorted pieces of string. Andy was solid, he wasn't a lot taller than David but he was well bulked out, he had all the Nifty requisites, the six pack the abs, the pecs, the works. David wondered how he measured up in the meat department, no doubt he'd find out sooner rather than later, he was still convinced the West Indian had an agenda.
They stored the gear away after Andy had declared himself happy with the job and wandered back to his staff house for a cold drink.
'Where are you going to work when you leave here?' David asked more out of politeness than interest as they sat in the cool of the kitchen.
'I'm going to an estate in Cornwall catering for the rich and famous,' Andy smiled. 'I am a qualified chef and that is really my true interest.'
'You don't look like a chef.'
'What does a chef look like?' Andy laughed and reached into his pocket and produced a tin. 'Roll up?'
'Nah, thanks anyway,' David decided to adventure. 'I only smoke the goodies.'
'What tailor made?' Andy replied innocently.
'Nah,' David laughed. 'The giggly ones, the ones that make you go floppy,' he sat back and looked at Andy, perhaps he had gone just a tad too far.
'They don't make me go floppy,' Andy laughed and gave David one of his looks.
'I mean the arms and legs,' David replied letting his host know that they were talking the same language or that they were verbally sparring.
'I've got some upstairs in my posh lounge.'
'Wow, two lounges,' David said suitably impressed as he was living in what was basically a bedsitter and a small one at that.
'Yeah, this is a three bedroom house,' Andy got to his feet. 'I keep one bedroom as it is, use the front one for a tidier sort of lounge for guests and the other for an exercise room.'
'Lucky man,' David trailed the coloured youth as he led the way upstairs. This could very easily be crunch time, he wondered if he was going to be hussled into a bedroom and mauled. He didn't really believe the story about two lounges. It turned out that he was wrong, at the head of the stairs Andy turned towards the front of the house and pushed a door open.
Now this lounge was a lot tidier than the other one, it was clearly freshly decorated and was cool with windows open and a slight breeze stirring the thin flowered curtains. A nice normal middle class room apart from the picture.
The poster was pinned above what had been a fireplace in the old days. It was a mixture of airbrush and photograph and featured a fair haired, Michaelangelo's David type figure kitted out in what appeared to be the remnants of a black uniform edged with silver. Very SS David thought. The whole thing seemed to be a mix of photograph and drawing, the youth's face was beautiful but the thing that drew the eyes was the very obvious erection within the tight black trousers with their artistically rent knees.
'Fucking hell,' David gasped. 'Some poster.'
'Yeah, I got it in Amsterdam,' Andy laughed. 'Most people are shocked a bit when they see it for the first time.
'I'm not surprised,' David smiled, as he was offered an armchair he flopped down and looked at the poster more carefully.The youth on the poster seemed to stare at him and David had the funniest feeling that the long fair haired youth was in the room with him, the covered penis must have been a good eight or nine inches and lay pointing up and to the right as if waiting to burst free. The curve on the rim of the glans was so pronounced as to be a parody. He felt himself hardening in sympathy, now he knew why Andy had brought him upstairs.
'Don't have to stare at it,' Andy offered a tray with another drink. 'It's only a picture.'
'It's a bit overpowering,' David took the bottle from the tray. WKD Blue, he should have known, he'd have to keep an eye on Mr Andy, the coloured guy was after something and David was pretty sure he was it.
'One of my sidelines used to be photography when I was younger,' Andy sipped his own drink which was the clear variety of WKD. 'I used to help out in a studio just after school.'
'That's not yours though,' David was getting confused.
'No,' Andy laughed. 'Most of my helping out was making tea, cleaning the place up and doing a bit of modelling.'
'What, clothing and whatnot?' David played the innocent.
'Don't be daft. Outdoor nudes, physique type stuff, you know what I mean.'
'Nudes?'
'Yeah, good money in those days.'
'Probably was before the computer age and the digital cameras made studios and all that a bit out of date.'
'Don't you believe it,' Andy declared firmly. 'If you want to do first class stuff you still need a studio setup.'
'I suppose.' David didn't totally agree as some of the stuff he'd seen online could have been produced in his own bedsitter.
'Do you fancy a smoke,' Andy changed the subect. 'A decent one.'
'What about work?' David looked at Andy. 'I can't afford to lose money.'
'Don't worry about work,' Andy smiled. 'The day is done, your money is in the kitchen. Chill out ..... you don't have to rush off do you?'
'No way,' David grinned as he watched Andy start to roll a monster joint. 'Not with a smoke on offer.'
'Good boy,' Andy concentrated on his work. 'Of course if you're that keen on money you could do a few poses for me.'
'What sort of poses?' David asked cautiously, he could read Andy like a book and he wasn't too fussed, the coffee skinned young groundsman was a dish, this could be a very interesting afternoon.
'Fish that box out under the chair.'
David did as he was told and pulled a box out, about six inches deep, rectangular with a hinged lid, as Andy nodded he opened it up and took out some of the contents. Glossy pictures, there must have been a hundred or so and they were all boys. Boys with their shirts off, the same boys in their underwear and last but not least naked boys. Andy must have been a prolific collector of youth, David counted at least ten seperate models and then gave up. The ones towards the bottom of the box interested him more than somewhat, two kids around the fourteen or fifteen mark, maybe a little older posing on what appeared to be oiled plastic. They weren't actually having sex but David suspected they weren't too far off, maybe Andy kept those sort of pictures under lock and key.
'Very good,' David sorted through the box not being quite sure what to say. 'None of you?'
'I have a few of me but I don't think you'd like them,' Andy concentrated on his drink avoiding David's eyes.
'Of course I would,' David laughed and took another drag of the rapidly diminishing joint.
'I couldn't show you them unless you did some posing for me,' Andy laboured his way to the crux of his chatup. 'Otherwise you'd have the edge on me and we couldn't have that, could we?'
'True enough,' David agreed although after starting on the second smoke he wasn't quite sure what the coloured youth was on about. It all seemed a bit over the top to get inside someone's trousers, he just wanted to get naked and go with the flow. He'd lost patience with the chit chat. 'I'll pose for you, I need to get some clothes off and relax.'
'Really?' Andy was lost for words for a moment. 'O.K. I'll show you my little setup.'
'I'd rather see one of your little boys,' David giggled knowing full well the rather excellent shit was taking a grip.
'Which one?' Andy dropped to his knees between David's legs and peered at the pictures David was shuffling around.'
'One of these,' David plucked the photograph of two boys around the fifteen mark both sporting respectable erections, he wasn't particularly interested in either boy but he felt like testing Andy out just a little, just enough to see how genuine the groundsman cum photographer really was.
'I could fix you one or both,' Andy glanced at the picture and slowly rose in front of David until their faces were level.
'I can't get up,' David giggled. 'There's a big butch guy in the way.'
'Sorry,' Andy grinned and made as if to move but suddenly ducked his head and kissed David's smooth cheek.
'Do you always treat your models like this?' David smiled, he was inviting Andy to continue.
Andy ducked his head again but this time David was ready, as the coloured youth's mouth came closer he grabbed the back of Andy's neck and crushed their lips together, a momentary hesitation on Andy's part and then mouths opened and tongues met for the first time.
'Whew,' Andy finally broke free with a broad grin. 'I call them Chip 'n Dale.'
'What?' David was beginning to lose the plot, he was as hard as a rock and all he wanted to do was have sex.
'Chip, the blondy and Dale the darker one, his name's Scott in fact .... I just liked Chip 'n Dave.'
'Very artistic,' David got to his feet, if the West Indian didn't stop yakking he was going to strip off and assume 'the doggy' perhaps that might get some action going.
'So, you want to try out my plastic,' Andy looked at David as if still undecided.
'Yeah, come on,' David giggled, he was half stoned but he was totally ready, he'd really had enough of the talk, it was time for some action. Diiiiiiirty action.
Andy took David from his upstairs lounge and down a small passage which led to a room David guessed was above the kitchen, strangely enough it had a yale lock which David thought was a bit unusual for an inside door. Andy keyed and threw open the door.
'Golly gosh,' David grinned. The centre piece of the room was a double bed which was covered in navy blue plastic which had a silken sheen, David ran his finger across it and found that it had a light coating of oil. Funnily enough the room was quite warm although shaded and David saw that a small electric fire was burning in the far corner. He also spotted tripods, lights and two cameras on a small table. Andy wasn't quite 'off the cuff' as he was pretending. The fire hadn't been burning all day surely, it was a warm summer's day outside. 'Very arty,' David swayed gently as the effects of the dope and the WKD grabbed him, God he wanted cock and a fuck, any order, he didn't care.
'Why don't we just get our kit off?' Andy didn't waste any time he drew David in and kissed him softly at first and the more fiercely as David and himself started tearing at each other's clothes. He steered the giggling David back to the bed all the time disposing ot this and that until at last their naked bodies pressed together and they collapsed onto the bed.
'Jeez,' David held Andy's dark brown cock, the West Indian was fully aroused and his penis was big, not huge but as big as David's own, they both measured in at around seven inches but the slender David was only fifteen. David gently ran his hand over Andy's spongy dark cherry red glans. 'Do me Andy, do me now and then .....'
Yeah?' Andy spread the dark skinned boy on his studio bed and admired the suntanned torso and the paler portion where David had clearly worn speedoes at one time or another. 'And then ......?'
'And then I'm gonna see to you,' David grinned and slowly worked his foreskin over his oozing knob.
'Great,' Andy smiled in relief. 'I was hoping that you weren't just a skinny bitch.'
'A slender versatile,' David smiled up as he felt his legs being raised and his knees coming back onto his chest. Andy wasn't wasting any time. He'd taken long enough getting to this point but now his timewasting was over. 'Come on,' David urged. 'Do me,' he guided Andy's weeping erection to his pucker and smiled up into his new boss's face. 'Gently,' he sighed as he felt the pressure and then a brief pain followed by the stretching and filling as Andy slowly pumped in and out burying his hot hardeness into David's tighness.
'Ah, you are so good, Dave.' He pushed and gained another inch into David's sweet arse.
'Chip,' David grabbed the back of Andy's neck and brought his head down. 'I wanna fuck that little white butt,' he mumbled as they kissed and Andy started to move faster and faster sheathing his chocolate brown shaft in David's smooth fifteen year old buns.
'I'll get in touch with them,' Andy promised as he gave a push that sheathed his hot hardness deep into David's belly and pressed his crisp pubics up under David's tight ballsac.
'Fuck me,' David growled as they slipped and slid about on the plastic covered bed and Andy started to fuck like a well oiled machine. David clasped Andy's pumping hips as he thrust in and slipped out. 'Harder, Andy. Harder.' David didn't know if it was the smokes, the WKD or the fact that he hadn't had any sex since Martin had left and even Martin was a good fuck but as a fucker he was useless. Andy was a bit more like Scotty, sexy and demanding but gentle with it. David smiled and closed his eyes savouring the brown meat sliding in and out of his ring and seeming to get fatter and harder at each thrust.
'I can't hold it,' Andy gasped and then shot his load deep into David's belly. David squirmed and groaned, Andy came like a horse, he seemed to go on for ever, pulse after pulse of warm spunk spurted inside David making him fluid to say the least.
'Jeez,' David gasped as Andy's hot and sweaty body collapsed on top of him and he dropped his legs. 'You been saving that up?'
'Nah,' Andy grinned cheerfully, all his nervousness appeared to have gone. 'I always cum a lot, must be all that whitener I breathe in.'
'I'll have to try some,' David whinced as Andy's softening penis slipped free leaving a trail of sticky and slippery semen between his tightly clenched buns. 'I feel shagged.'
'I should hope so,' Andy laughed. 'Not too shagged I hope.'
'Not really,' David grinned, he realised that he'd just received his call to arms. He just hoped that he could perform to his usual standard, he still felt a little bit groggy with the smokes and booze. 'Love this plastic he manhandled the willing coloured youth onto his back and knelt between his outspread legs. 'I think it's time for a Doctor David's Meat Injection,' he purred.
'Yeah, go for it,' Andy took his knees upto his chest exposing his pucker ready for David's assault or loving, it's all down to a point of view. David just looked at it as sex, there was no love or affection here just two young men getting their rocks off.
David positioned his precum coated glans at Andy's sphincter and slowly pushed gasping as his knob and then shaft slipped quite easily into the supine youth. 'Jeez,' that's good,' he leant forward and planted a kiss on Andy's lips. He moved in and slipped his full length into Andy's tight brown bottom in one sure thust.
'Andy gasped and then grinned. 'Bastard,' he whispered and pressed his legs onto Davids back forcing him in even further.
David fucked himself to a standstill, it was even a relief when he came, at one stage he thought he was going to pass out. One resolution he did make, no more dope and booze with sex. It was much more fun when you had all your senses, still he was quite sure they'd be doing this all again. When he finally came he was quite surprised to find he too came like a carthorse, it was a good fuck. Not too bad at all for the first day at work.
Later they shared a shower and made love yet again on the bathroom carpet, it was lazy sex and quite leisurely but good fun, David was quite sure he was going to enjoy being a trainee groundsman.
'Chip and Scott will be up here Saturday for their morning training,' Andy spoke as they sat in the kitchen sipping a juice apiece. 'If you are interested ......'
'I've had so many boring Saturday afternoons lately,' David grinned. 'Posing would be a bit of fun.'
'I was thinking more along the lines of you taking Chip around your place for the afternoon and I'll look after Scott.' Andy laughed. 'If it works out we can change around the following Saturday.'
'Will they go for it,' David frowned. 'The kid doesn't even know me.'
'He'll go for it, they'll both go for it, once they see a picture of you with your drawers at half mast.' Andy declared confidently. 'I'll give Chip a phone this evening and see how he feels about it. They're both a pair of sex maniacs.'
'Love it,' David laughed out loud. 'A teeny sex maniac all to myself.'
Andy decided that they'd do the rest of the week starting early and finishing at lunchtime, this suited David as they got to do the bulk of the work required before the sun got too strong and he got to spend the rest of the afternoon with Andy doing what they both did so well and that was make love. David reserved his evenings for himself, he didn't want his mother getting suspicious and he did need some rest after all. Andy did phone both Chip and Scott who promised to be 'up for a bit of fun' Saturday afternoon.
Andy had to prepare a track for Saturday, this was the penultimate cricket match of the season, a fortnight hence it would be full steam ahead with football, for the present the young footballers had access to the grounds for training, it was after this morning session that Chip and Scott would be lunching at Andy's and then game for a game as the groundsman put it. David went around the grounds around eleven to see Andy also to get his first glimpse of the boys, he was treating the episode as a blind date, the only difference being that the sex had been agreed beforehand.
He knew there could always be a disaster at the last moment, perhaps he and Chip didn't hit it off, now that would be a bummer.
'You'll get on OK with Chip, he's a bit of a raver but he keeps it under wraps.'
'Excellent,' David smirked, unbelievably he was getting yet another stiffy just thinking about it.'
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Hi there, Dave Gardiner speaking or writing I should say. My biographer, or writer the famous Gary Cutter is ill so he suggested that I finish this little chapter myself. He also suggested it was a bit bent of me to sit at his knee spouting about my escapades and him writing. As he said, I was reasonably well educated and not too bad at English Language so why didn't I have a go myself. You'll note he's not one for flowery compliments, at least not to yours truly.
Anyway, here I was on a Saturday morning around the Club, I'd had a chat to Andy Pandy or Black Beauty as I called him in the throes of passion (Cutter says that I can't say that but sod him). I'd come up to see the victims (sorry the partners) for our little afternoon sessions. What I really wanted to do was to have a look at my little Chip and if he was a dog I'd do a runner. Andy had told me that sometimes people didn't measure upto their photographic images and I'd taken it to heart, let's face it pictures are posed, what was the kid like in the flesh?
He measured up OK. Andy and I sort of wandered around doing our groundsmen bit and chatted to the coach and obviously giving the boys the once over. I imagine fourteen and fifteen year olds at training or practice are the same the world over, some rowdy, some quiet and the odd ones not paying too much attention. The latter were of course my Chip and his mate. By the by, he was my Chip as soon as I saw the little darling, he was so tasty I could have leapt on him and fucked him silly on the spot but good sense prevailed. I could wait ten minutes. I gave him a little wave and he got the giggles and finished up tripping over his own football boots, an excellent start, the kid was an idiot.
Andy and I went back to the clubhouse and got a Coke apiece and waited, the session was due to finish at midday and the coaches usually had a drink whilst the boys got their pickups. Spot on noon the mob came into the club, I've never heard so much noise from around fifteen kids. We were seated in a corner watching points and sure enough after about five minutes we were joined by Chip and Scott.
I think in spite of my private thoughts which you're reading I was nervous, I gave Chip a sort of polite nod and he seemed to have frozen up as well. I knew that they were both fifteen but they were both smaller or shorter than I was, probably becuase I'd shot up like a rocket over the last year, growth spurt my mum calls it. Andy and his Scott did the chatting and Chip and I sat their like a pair of lemons. I noticed Chip kept giving me crafty glances and I finally plucked up the courage to speak.
'So, how goes it, Chip?' Earth shattering or what?
'Orrite,' he gave a small grin. Earth shattering or what ... again?
'Scott and I are gonna make a move in a minute,' Andy broke into our scintillating conversation. 'Do you want to eat with us or have you made arrangements?' I think Andy pretty clearly wanted us out of the way, he was nearly drooling at Scott, or is that drooling over him.
'I was thinking of taking Chip down the cafeteria for a bite to eat and then home for some tele.' I looked at Chip and he gave me the rather vacant grin he seemed to specialise in. I was beginning to get a bit worried, Andy had said he was a little raver, he hadn't commented on his mental state, the kid might be a cretin.
Of course at this time I was in the habit of taking any new friends down the cafeteria to see mum, she had sort of slyly suggested that if I was going to take chums indoors I should do the courtesy bit and let her have a sighting. Let's face it she paid the rent and was responsible for the place. Of course, at the time, I didn't realise she had me pretty well taped and she was more concerned that I didn't get tied up with someone 'unsuitable' as she put it in later life.
'You hungry, Chip?'
'Yeah, starving.' He looked at me with the familiar grin. 'They OK at this place or do I need to wash up and change or anything?'
'Nah, just have a rinse.' I sighed with relief. He could talk without rolling his eyes and dribbling, I felt a little bit better.
'OK, then,' Andy looked at me. 'What time we meeting up?'
'I've got night leave,' Scott spoke up and then laughed. 'Might as well make a good session out of it.'
'So have I,' Chip laughed as well. It looked like the kids were a jump ahead of Andy and myself.
'So where are you staying the night?' I asked Chip doing my Mr Innocent bit.
'That's upto you,' Chip grinned at me. 'I'm supposed to be staying with Andy and Scott .........but.'
'OK, fair enough,' I took a swallow of my Coke. 'Wanna have a bit of a rinse and we can go eat?'
'Sure do,' Chip jumped up and galloped off to the washrooms with his chum Scott in close pursuit.
'Whatcha reckon?' Andy looked at me.
'Beautiful.'
'Good,' Andy stretched his legs out and looked at me with a slight grin on his handsome brown face. 'They have stayed up here before, their parents couldn't give a toss.'
'I'm a bit surprised I must admit.'
'I think they're both a pair of tearaways,' Andy laughed. 'Their parents are probably glad to see the back of them, they both come from single parent homes and both have a shedload of brothers and sisters.'
'Mmmmm.'
'You going to let your mum know he's staying with you overnight?'
'Probably not,' I grinned. 'I don't tell mum everything.';
'Thank God for that,' Andy stood up as the boys reappeared it looked like we were off and running.
I took Chip to the Care Centre Cafeteria which my mum ran, she was bustling about but I gathered that she had the afternoon off and was on her way out for the rest of the day. She said hello to Chip and scrutinised him as if vetting him, one of her funny habits with new friends of mine, it was just as if she was checking out a girlfriend ..... as I've said before, little did I know at that time.
We had a meal and chatted, we both knew what was on each other's minds and I for one just wanted to get the dishy blonde kid on my bed and get on with it. Hopefully, if we hit it off he was going to stay the night rather than decamp back to Andy and Scott, I was determined to please him, I wanted little Chip all to myself.
'OK?' I looked at him and grinned as he let a discrete little burp escape his munchable lips.
'Yeah, I'm stuffed,' he grinned. 'I haven't had a meal like that for yonks.'
'That's the joy of having a Boss Chef for a mum,' I grinned.
'I need a good bath and a kip,' he looked at me a little coyly. 'You have got a bath I suppose?'
'Yeah,' I stood and he got up as well. 'Might join you,' I added quietly.
'Might let you,' he answered just as quietly and we left, mum had already gone so she wouldn't even know I'd taken him indoors.
Everything went perfectly. As soon as we got into my little bedsitter he fell into my arms and I was more than willing to let him. As I clasped him he gave a nervous little laugh and pressed his groin into mine, our erections met albeit with two layers of clothing between them.
'I knew you were meant for me as soon as I saw your picture,' he purred as my hands slipped under the hem of his t-shirt and caressed his firm flesh and smooth skin.
'You took the words out of my mouth,' I backed him onto the bed and we both fell in a tangle of arms and legs. I was so hard I just wanted to plunge my erection into his sweet body like a sword.
'Take your time' he giggled as I tore at the waistband of his trousers kissing and lapping at his flat belly as the smooth white skin became exposed. 'Suck me,' he groaned as I shucked his trousers and y-fronts down to his knees, bugger undressing him, I wanted to taste his exquisite cock as it lay straining up his belly. His foreskin had fully disappeared and the fleshy little spike jerked and dribbled a clear drop of precum as I gently blew on it and then lapped at his hairless scrotum. 'Please, Davey,' he whined and I tantalised him more by running the tip of my tongue from it's base to it's shiny glans. 'Ooooooh.' He went limp and sighed as I propped his white shaft up from his body and sank my mouth over the tasteful morsel.
'That's it,' I'd waited until he was on the verge of popping and stopped, leaning up I looked down at him.
'What's up,' he gave me his little boy lost look but I just laughed.
'Let's get naked,' I grabbed his trainers and pulled them off, a moment of hesitation and he joined in the fun until at last we were totally naked and feasting our eyes on each other's nude bodies. I was delighted to see that he was as taken with me as I was with him, he couldn't keep his hands to himself stroking me and time and again coming back to my hardness which by now was slick with precum.
'You know what I'd like,' he lay on his back and smiled up at me. 'Really like.'
'Go on. You can have whatever you want ..... but not cannibalism, necrophilia, bestiality or Children's TV,' I leant forward and kissed his cute nose. Come on, he was cute all over.
'I want you to do me and make me cum at the same time,' he whispered and went bright red.
'For God's sake,' I smothered his face with kisses. 'Say the word and I'll make love to you for twenty four hours solid.'
'Don't have to go over the top,' he laughed and slowly raised his knees to his chest. My beautiful little Chip was offering himself body and soul. I was going to have him and I was determined that he was going to have as much fun and feeling as I was.
'You've got a lovely cock,' he whispered as I knelt at him and guided his legs onto my shoulder moving in for the final move. What a way with words, this kid seemed to be some connoisseur.
I sort of assumed he was well used, well you would wouldn't you. Andy had led me to believe he'd taken the boy and that Chip was also having sex with his mate, Scott. Bearing this in mind I positioned my slippery glans at his dark pink pucker and gently pushed dead centre. Jesus, he yelped and his eyes screwed up as I got my knob into him and felt his very tightness stop me.
'You're hurting,' he clasped me tightly as if trying to stop me or even expel me from his body.
'I'm sorry, I'm sorry,' I froze and let him wriggle about a bit, he pulled on my hips a little and I sank in a little bit more.
He gave a long sigh and then looked at me with a steady gaze. 'I've only done this once with Scott and you're a bloody sight bigger than he is. Take it easy.' That was me suitably told off and so much for Andy's lies.
'I thought you and Andy.......'
'Bollocks,' he screwed his face up as I sank in a little bit more. 'He lives on Fantasy island ..... take it easy.' I felt his body relax and I started to move in and out slowly but surely sinking deeper and deeper into his incredible tightness and heat. 'Yeah, go on,' he grunted and this time he really was pulling himself onto me. I glanced down and could see half my dark skinned shaft sunken into his alabaster white butt. A bit more movement and I was now moving in and out quite easily, my precum was providing lubrication and he seemed to have got used to it at last.
'Hold me tightly,' he demanded. 'Kiss me.'
I didn't need asking twice, I now started to pump him harder and faster until I felt my pubics mash up under his tight scrotum, I had my seven incher buried in his sweet flesh and he was loving every minute. I couldn't last and I told him so, he started wanking himself like a loony gazing at me all the while and pressing his calves onto my back.
'I'm cuming,' I groaned and ducked for the final kiss, my hips must have been a blurr as I rammed and thrust into his more than willing flesh.
'Gawd,' he moaned as I began to squirt deep inside his body. I nearly passed out at the exquisite sensation of cuming into his tight little boy fanny, he for his part, jerked, his bum clamped on my moving cock and then I felt the warm splashes as he shot his boy spunk up between our bellies and onto our sweaty chests. We finished it off almost lazily with me sliding in and out of his cum filled tunnel and him smearing his pearly juice over his limpening penis and belly. 'Now that was a good 'un,' he grinned as I lay on him with our bellies glued together with his slippery yet sticky fluids.
'Bloody fantastic,' I sighed as my relaxing penis slipped out of his flooded bottom and was trapped between his tightly clamped legs.
'Yeah,' he agreed as we lay on our sides still totally joined by our lips and our close embrace. It was hot, sticky, smelly and sweaty. It was heaven.
I suppose we made a move around four o'clock, I stumbled from the bed and managed to totter into the kitchen and make two mugs of coffee, my legs felt like they were about to give way at any moment. I managed to make the drinks and wobbled back to the bed to find my little lover stirring and looking around seemingly slightly bewildered.
'Forgot where I was for a moment,' he muttered and then gave me a sunny smile as I handed him his mug. 'My bum's sore,' he buried his face in his coffee.
'A nice foamy bath will take care of that,' I looked at him and stroked his smooth leg. 'You can have a nice bath whilst I sort out some fresh bedding.'
'Might need a hand in the bath,' he looked at me over the rim of the mug.
'I'm sure I can arrange something.'
'Of course you can,' he laughed and still sipping his coffee idly stirred his flaccid penis with a finger. 'It lives,' he declared in a spooky voice and indeed his boyhood was stirring, as I watched it began to thicken and the hardening inner core began to throw off it's foreskin, a bit like a snake discarding it's old skin.
'Nice one,' I murmured, I could feel the same thing happening to me, I was hardening up in sympathy.
'Gimme five minutes,' he rapidly downed his coffee and slipped from the bed with his penis now semi erect. He gave a nervous laugh and ran for the bathroom, knowing full well what he wanted the time for I drank my coffee at a more leisurely pace. I didn't bother getting dressed I just followed him into the small bathroom intent on a joint cleanup. In fact, I was so keen to see him soapy and slippery I'd already gained a full erection and completely forgotten about changing the bed.
What a sight for sore eyes, as I silently pushed the door open he was by the bath and bending over it swirling the foam and water into a frothy mix. The sight of his pale buttocks as he virtually bent double over the bath was an instant turn on. I moved in behind him and grabbed his hips.
'Let go, you sex maniac,' he laughed but I notice that he didn't straighten up. I nudged my now totally aroused organ against the smoothness and tackiness of his button. 'Go on,' he whispered. I gently pushed and entered his warmth and tightness for the second time. This time it was easier, I slowly but firmly made love by the side of the bath moving in and out of his hot young body with ease. 'Yeah, go on, go on,' he muttered and pushed back onto my thrusts.
We actually dropped to the carpet by the side of the bath and I took him doggy slapping and slamming into his soft bottom as he pushed back onto my advances. This time he didn't touch himself at all, he was saving himself and I totally approved. I wanted this kid in me and to receive a firmer token of his lover or his lust, who cared. I just wanted to fuck him and to have him fuck me, I was infatuated.
'I'm cuming,' I groaned.
'Excellent,' he tittered and dropped his head onto the carpet with his little boy's bottom stuck up into the air and onto my rampaging sex. When I came it was as good if not better than the first, I shot and squirted what seemed like a bucket load of my creamy juice up into his passage and he wriggled and pushed back onto my pulsing cock.
'I am fucked,' I gasped as I slid free from him for the second time. What a stupid thing to say.
'Not yet, buddy boy,' he laughed and turning pushed me down onto the carpet. I wasn't fighting, I wanted to see what he was made of.
Sugar and spice and all things nice, I suppose. Not forgetting an extremely rigid boy cock coming in at around the five inch mark but as hard as a nail and already beaded with a transluscent drop of milky cum.
'Come on, Chips. Do your stuff,' I willingly let him push me onto my belly and part my legs. It was lover boy's turn now.
He knelt between my legs with his slippery spike bouncing around as he got himelf comfortable, I felt his kiss on my buttocks and then on the base of my spine, his lips traced a feathery track up my back and when I felt him kiss me on the back of my neck I knew what was coming. I spread my legs as far apart as I could as I felt his slick glans slip across my buns and then between them.
It's amazing how small a boy's penis my look at the time but once it gets between your cheeks it feels like a log. He took me in one short thrust and he was home. It would be ungracious to say I barely felt it but it would be true. He was in and hammering away like a bunny rabbit in no time at all. He was more or less the same age as myself and I would have thought he might have learnt a little style. No way. He just wanted a fuck and I was it. I pushed up and let him do the deed, I owed him that at least.
When he finally came he surprised me, it was a good one, fluid and sticky at the same time, you know what I mean. I felt him slump on me and his cocklet shrink as he kissed me I felt his heart beating against my back as I squeezed on him and expelled his noodle. He was definitely a better fuckee than a fucker but I didn't care. I had my own little boy at last, we had the evening, we had the night and the long summer holiday was about to beginning.
TO BE CONTINUED.
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