WARNING: This story is homoerotic in content. This means that it may and probably will involve male on male sex of various ages. Also note that my characters do not wear condoms and that is because they are FICTIONAL.
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FARMING AT CHEDDAR
by
G. Cutter
I was looking forward to my long summer holiday, I'd done a year at Bristol University and that had been a strenuous year I might add but now I was just about on top of things and could look forward to a nice long break. Forget about the Uni, forget about the arseholes who seemed to be in the majority and get back home to meeting some real people. By that I mean the village boys I knew and some schoolies who would be going through the process I'd completed over a year ago.
One little event on the horizon had at first dismayed me but then perked my interest. My family came of old farming stock and I was the odd man out by going onto further education. Most of my clan got through their secondary schooling and went straight onto the land, I'd gone in the other direction, I loved the countryside but didn't really fancy slogging my nuts off for peanuts to be quite honest. I had an interest in photography and graphic art, hence the University.
Anyway, 'the event' as I'd called it was that my father had finally wound up his small holding, he'd sold half his acreage and put the money into a campsite. A toilet block with showers, some concrete hardpads for caravans and enough open space to accomodate the tents of hikers passing through and campers visiting the nearby Cheddar Gorge and Mendip Hills. This was his first season and from his letter he was upto his eyeballs in it. Of course mum had decided to do holiday rents on two of the rooms in the farmhouse itself to people she called 'paying guests'.
Dad said he had a lad from a nearby village helping him but my assistance was needed, nay, required. I was invited home for a working holiday under pain of death and curiously enough I was looking forward to it. If I couldn't swag some junior meat on a bloody camp site where the hell could I? That was a rhetorical question by the way, no prizes for the correct answer.
So, came the day, came the man. I got in my bashed up old car complete with cameras and some study work and was on my way home after saying goodbye to a few friends... and also dishing out a few leaflets my old man had sent me. I lived just outside Weare, which is a village just to the south of Cheddar Resevoir and a couple of hours drive from Bristol straight down the A38. Not a bad drive and very pleasant to get free of the University for a whole thirteen weeks. I'd checked dad's site out on line and was thankful, he, at least, had the sense to get a pal of his to get him a dot com up and running. It all sounded very atractive but like everything in the West Country was totally dependent on the weather. Luckily, of late, we'd had some stonkling summers and this one seemd to be going the same way. I was driving along rather too slowly dreaming of sun bronzed semi naked teenies (of the male variety) when I was rudely awoken by a lorry overtaking me and giving me a hoot and a finger... that livened me up a bit.
I was home by three driving down the rutted cart track that led to our farm and dad's new camping setup. He'd set it up well, a main gate with a height barrier a sort of sentry box arrangement and a dusky sklinned female with long legs going all the way upto her bum... sorry, I got carried away there. There was this scruffy, gypsyish kid of around fifteen or sixteen on duty looking rather vacant but a picture for all that. Long, unkempt black shoulder length hair, a shirt unbuttoned to the waist displaying a beautifully brown smoothy chest and a pair of cut off jeans showing lower legs just as brown as his chest. I drove just inside and parked up looking from the window as he sauntered across.
'Afternoon, zur,' he spoke in a thick country accent and gave me a smile. 'Can I help you?'
'I'm sure you could,' I grinned looking pointedly at his groin almost level with my eyes. 'I'm Micky Frost. I thought I'd have a look at the place before reporting into dad.'
'Oh, right.' I noted he'd dropped the 'zur' and he stood back as I got from the car. He was a tasty morsel and I wondered where the hell dad had found him, he was a stranger to me and I thought I knew every bit of boy meat in a five mile circle. 'Mr Frost is probably having an afternoon nap, we haven't got many incoming today.'
'What about strangers who just roll up?'
'Not many of them, most people organise beforehand. The hikers might build up later in the season but Mr Frost is trying to get a portacabin for those daft enough not to have their own tents.
'You seem on top of it... er?'
'Joshua, Joshua Clements from Lower Weare.'
'Pleased to meet you Joshua, do you mind Josh? Call me Mick by the way.'
'Call me what you like,' he grinned, '...Mick,' he seemd to roll my name around his teeth. he had a nice smile, an infectious smile, I could get to like Josh a lot if he gave me the chance.
'Gonna show me around, I've been up in Bristol for the last nine months.'
'Follow me. Master,' he bobbed a bow and gave a wide grin again. I think he was trying to take the micky out of Micky or maybe he was retarded. Time would tell.
Dad had told me but he'd kept the big field closest to the farm which sloped away gently to quite a big pond fed by a spring and draining away to the east. It had been pastureland in the past and was ideal for it's current use. He'd put in around ten or possibly a dozen hard standings for caravans and cars each having it's own electricity and water supply. Toilets were their own problem as they were provided the other end of the field. Josh told me a septic sucker came around once a week for any mobile homes that may have their own sewage tanks. Other than that charming subject they also had the use of a small shop which sold bare essentials at an exhorbitant price I noticed. I had the fear that it might be called 'Ye Shoppe' or something similar but I was happy to be wrong on that one. It had another youngster manning it but Josh said that that lad only did nine 'til around four. The bulk of the field was made up of tent space and there were clumps of tents sprinkled around some two man pup tents with a sprinkling of the family affairs. I saw kids messing around down by the pond and wandered over as Josh did the grand tour guide.
'Lot's of kids,' I commented.
'A fair few,' he admitted. 'Most of the older ones tend to get out rambling and cycling and return here in the evening.'
'Older ones?' My ears pricked up.
'Teenies,' he explained.
'Ah... so what time do you work to, Josh?'
Around five but I normally wander about in the evening just in case anyone wants anything.'
'What time do you go home then?' I asked recalling that Lower Weare was a fair distance away unless he had a moped or similar.
'I stay here during the week and just go home Friday nights... it doesn't fuss me,' he looked at me and smiled as I indicated we sit down to watch the kids splashing around. 'Mr Frost, your dad that is has an old caravan in the barn which I use, they feed me plus I've got the toilets and showers if I want so I'm quite happy just stooging around.'
Good for you,' I nodded. Good news there, he slept on site, clearly on his own in an old caravan, definitely a boy worth making friends with. He had to be fifteen at least and maybe sixteen which was no great difference from my nineteen.
'He's going to lose them in a minute,' he nodded towards a little blond angel who had his waterlogged skimpies heading south. The thin material was virtually invisible on the kids slender frame and you could see what he had to offer and I mean everything, he may as well have been naked. Most of the others were in underwear rather than proper swimwear and I could have sat there ogling them all afternoon but duty called.
'Sweet.'
'Aren't they,' he giggled. 'Gaolbait.' Not quite the sort of thing I expected from a country boy. These were little boys, not teeny girls after all.
'Only if they tell,' I murmured wondering if he'd pick up on it.
He did. He laughed and a blush crept over his dark almost Romany face.
'What do you do with yourself in the evenings?' I asked. 'It must get boring sitting in a caravan.'
'I've got a radio and an old TV your dad gave me. Sometimes the older boys have a kickaround later on... there's things to do.'
'Ever make friends with any of them?' This was pure pumping you understand.
'I try and stay friends with everyone,' he fielded very smoothly.
'How old are you, Josh, if you don't mind me asking?'
'Sixteen and you're nineteen I'm told.'
'Spot on. Tell you what... if you ever fancy a drive out at night for a few drinks I don't mind taking you,' I looked at him eyeball to eyeball sort of thing trying to radiate goodwill and honesty... Yeah! 'I could get bored here, I think I've outgrown most of my old friends.'
'I don't mind,' he replied quietly. 'It's nice to have someone to shoot the breeze to now and then.'
'All fixed,' I grinned and stood. I held my hand out and grasped his pulling his to his feet, his hand was firm and warm and as he rose his eyes met mine again. We both smiled. 'I'd better go over and see dad. I'll catch you later?'
'I'll be in for dinner around six.'
'I'll see you then.'
That was it, we walked back to the gate and he resumed his sentry go as I drove around the side of the site to the entrance to the farm. Things had changed there, we still kept chickens in a shed and a couple of goats wandering around probably more as litter pickers than anything else but all the machinery was gone apart from one old tractor. I had a peep into the old barn and saw Josh's caravan tucked away in the corner. An ideal spot for a bit of nooky and I had a feeling that he may be up for some slap and tickle, he may go for a bit Double Em, the mutual masurbation but whether he'd go past that was anyone's guess. That was for him to know and me to find out as the saying goes. Mind you a fallback plan was to watch the barn from my bedroom window which wa easy enough and when I saw him head for the showers follow him over, at least I'd get to see him in the raw, hopefuilly.
Mum and dad were welcoming, I got a bit of stick for missing the last holiday but they seemed pleased that I'd come home in their hour of need as dad put it. We had a good natter and I was told that bookings were far in excess of what had been expected and they actually had a waiting list for the hardstands. Dad was busy organising for another four which should see him through this summer at least. As mum prepared supper I got changed and dumped my gear in my old room.
'I offered Josh to take him into Weare for a couple of shandies later on,' I volunteered the information to my dad.
'Ah, you got on OK then?'
'Yeah, he seems a bright enough kid.'
'Dunno what I would have done without him,' my dad confessed. 'He's not working so he's here for the whole season, I don't think he gets on too well with his family.'
'Ah, gotcha.' i nodded.
'We do him a breakfast, sandwiches lunchtime and a cooked meal in the evening. He eats with us and he's a very well mannered boy which may sound surprising in this day and age.'
'Good for him.' I tried not to sound too enthusiastic, young Joshua Clements was sounding more attractive by the minute.
We finished up eating together, that was Josh and myself with my parents. The talk was mainly of the site, there were no problems on the horizon other than keeping track of the odd campers who tried to avoid paying. They did this by entering the field and setting up without booking in and that was easy enough. Part of this was due to a public road which edged one side of the field, which Josh suggested we could festoon with barbed wire, not a very smart idea with so many kids around. For the present they got a pass when they paid and were required to display or show on demand, a bit like the 'pay and display' car parks. I suggested a sticky on logo that they had to stick on their actual tent which created a talking point at least.
Dad had also bad weather to lok out for. Our part of the country had seen two good summers burt there was more rain forecast and it tended to be briefer but much heavier. In previous downpours the bottom end of our field had flooded extending the pond so dad was working out a emergency flood plan. The caravans and mobile homes shouldn't be affected as they were on higher ground but the wandering campers would. The quickest and easiest 'disaster management' would be for anyone concerned to decamp to the farmhouse and yard where they were on the highest ground of the site and also have the shelter of the old barn and assorted sheds. As Josh said the kids could also play with the chickens and ducks not to mention the resident goat.
Anyway, we had a lot of this sort of stuff and eventually we split. My mother to clean up after the meal, my dad to have a wander around the site and do his p.r. and myself and the increasingly eatable Josh to drive to Weare for a couple of drinks and maybe a game of pool in one of the pubs there. We were early enough to beat the rush but as I remembered the pub I had in mind was pretty quiet apart from a few local lads and sure enough it was. Josh knew a few of the younger, probably schoolies and I vaguely knew a few of the older so we eased our way into the small mob quite easily. We played pool against each other and then in partnership and left around ten for the drive home. It had been a pleasant interlude and not too damaging to the pocket as much to my surprise Josh had dosh (like it?). It hadn't been part of my plan to get him sozzled and rip his knickers off although the thought had occured, I had the funniest of feelings that he was on my wavelength. Nothing definite and I'm not claiming gaydar but I just had that feeling. The manneruisms, the looks and the sometimes rather camp things he came out with. It might have been all in the mind but I was hoping not. I'd purchased a six pack so we could have a nightcap either sitting in the barn or his caravan, it was a warm enough night... a night made for lovers, he, he! That was an evil chuckle by the way, maybe, ho, ho, like Father Pervo cuming down chimneys... now that is sick.
I drove into the yard and all was quiet, the lights in the house were off and I then realised I was back home. My parents always went to bed around ten thirty but they were usually up around five in the morning for the milking, mind you that was all finished now and the milking shed was now gutted, yet another barn my dad had to find a use for.
'Come on,' Josh whispered excitedly as if we were a pair of kids breaking some rules. 'There's got to be something on the goggle box.'
Ho hum, all I needed, a teeny glued to a television whilst I was trying my seduction bit aided by canned West Country Ale. Perhaps he wouldn't notice when I got inside his scruffy jeans and started tearing lumps out of his arse with my teeth... that was the imagination having a brief moment there by the way.
'Fine, I'm not tired anyway,' I tailed him into his little den and once again he surprised me. It was clean and tidy which just isn't normal for a sixteen year old kid living on his own. It seemed to be reasonably dust free and surfaces had been polished, I could smell the stuff. No dirty laundry strewn around and a big bed at the end neatly made up... it was a damn sight tidier than my old room up in Bristol.
'Make yourself at home,' he flopped down one side of the small centre table and I on the other, we had his bed to one side and then the door and a space that used to be a kitchen the other. This is where his radio and television were laid out. In fact, with the shortness of the thing he could quite easily watch his television from his bed. Certainly not a 'van for a living in long term but suitable for a kid (just about) and most certainly suitable for entertaining a close companion. I wondered idly if he'd managed to swag any of these young footballers he'd mentioned. I know from experience that when you reach that thirteen and upwards stage a dark skinned gypsy type with a caravan is a babe magnet as well as a boy magnet.
'Do you get many visitors?' I asked trying to be tactful and nosey at the same time, I slid a can across the tiny table and kicked my trainers off. It was hot and I could see a beading of sweat on his upper lip. Perhaps he was as on edge as I was.
'Just one so far, you're the second,' he smiled. he clicked a remote and the televsion flickered on but he kept the volume down and then turned the lights down so that the 'van was just lit by the coloured screen, we sat in semi darkness supping our beers. I lifted my leg and rested my stockinged foot between his knees on the opposite seat. He looked across the table at me quite calmly and then slightly flushed probably with the beer and the warmth closed his knees on my foot.
I looked back at him straight faced, no triumphanrt yells or cheers just acceptance that I'd made the first move and so far no shrieks or panics. In fact, his knees closed on my foot and squeezed. I moved m,y foor to and fro and he suddenly moved closer to the table opening his legs so that my foot rested right on his crotch. I smiled and pressed into his warmth and he grinned back. We were off.
'That's nice,' he murmured taking hold of my foor and then running his hand up my lower leg stroking my bare skin under my combats. His hand was warm and firm on my flesh and he moved my leg up and down so that my foot was making wanking movements against his bulky groin. I could feel his stiffness through the thin socks. 'I thought a foot massage was something else,' he giggled flush with beer and hopefully with the pleasure of finding a playmate. 'Meeting a Kindred Spirit at the End of the World'... it sounds like a Booker Prize title and Cheddar Resevoir isn't exactly the end of the world but I was in one of those silly moods.
'Foot massages are done flesh on flesh,' I croaked.
'Indeedy,' he grinned and peeled my sock off and stroked my foot before replacing it onto his jean clad crotch.
'Unzip.'
He wriggled about on his seat and I heard the zip of his jeans part and then my foot was replaced onto warm cotton and now I could feel his stiff mass and the heat it generated. 'Flesh on flesh?' He looked at me raising his eyebrows.
I just nodded and then he did it, another shuffle and then I felt the direct warmth and hardness of his erection against the sole of my foot. It was so hot and so hard as I gently rubbed my bare foot up and down. 'Foot sex,' I muttered and he moved up even closer slowly moving his hips so that he was fucking against the bottom of my foot... so fuckin' weird but nice. I could even feel his foreskin moving on it's hard inner and he was losing it, his eyes were sparkly and his mouth parted as he sucked warm air in and hunped like a mongrel against a boy's leg.
'I could cum like this,' he sped up holding my foot firmly against his hardness.
'You could cum better if you lay out on the bed.' I looked across at him and said my piece. 'A blow job trumps a foot fuck.'
'Really?' He grinned and abrubtly stood. His solid meat jerked free and stared at me, it was thick and hard, bigger than I'd have thought on a slender boy as he was but a bead of white hovered at it's tip. 'You wanna...'
'Yeah,' I reached out and grasped his warm spike dragging him to the bed and spreading him out in the centre. I knelt by his side tugging his jeans and briefs down and then his shirt up baring him from his perky little nipples down to his knees. His erection twitched on his belly rooted in a tight curly black pubic bush. He looked at me goggle eyed as I propped up his hot cock with two fingers and slowly slurped the creamy droplet from his pee slit and then lapped over and around his dark red lump. He gasped and held my head as I smiled at him again and then dropped my head swallowing his hardness as far as I could and then started to bob my head up and down. He tasted nice, creamy and thick cum oozed from his slit directly into my mouth and I jiggled his nuts as he pumped up into my mouth. He wouldn't last, they never do first time around but I forgave him, the night was young and the second and third would last longer.
As I sucked and he pumped I reached around and under clasping his soft bottom clenching now and then but generally filling my hands with soft, smooth and warm resilient flesh. Springy one moment, tense the next but totally, oh so totally fuckable. I had to have this kid. As he got hotter and sweatier I toyed with his ring and he didn't seem to object so with one firm thrust I pronged him deep and started to finger fuck him and massage that all important gland. He moaned and threshed about still vigorously fucking my eager mouth and then he let it blow.
A low moan and a tightening of his grip on my head heralded his cum.
Boy, what a cum. I diidn't know how long he'd been bottling it but he ejaculated like a horse. I could feel his hot cock throb in my mouth and then the choking and gasping as my mouth was filled with his sweet slime. I gulped it down to receive another and another. I couldn't swallow it all and finished up lazily sucking his softening penis with his cum drooling from my mouth into his crisp black pubics... but he was happy.
'Jeez, that was fantastic,' he whispered and ruffled my hair.'This is better,' I rubbed the spilt cum into his belly and grasped his softening cock giving it a slow wank and he tensed probably with the soreness of his glans but giggled as I started to kiss up his belly working my way upto his hard titties. He moaned with pleasure as I rubbed against him bearing in mind I was still fully dressed, he made a grab for my crotch feeling my own hardness through the thin material of my cargoes and giggled again as I kissed his throat. Suddenly he pulled back a little and looked at me seriously for a moment and then a smile appeared. 'Go on then,' he whispered. 'I've never kissed a guy before.'
That was it, a nod's as good as a wink rto a blind parrot or whatever the expression is. I gently lay my cum smeared lips on his and he hesitanrtly returned the kiss allowing his lips to part as my tongue begged entry. A few long minutes later we breathlessly parted sucking in much needed air. 'Nice,' I gently held his lower lip in my teerth.
'Wow,' he unzipped the front of my cargoes. 'No...' he pushed me away. 'Let's get naked... wanna?'
'Anything you want, I want.'
'I want to have sex with you,' he grinned. 'You can't have sex with yourself.'
'Don't get complicated,' I sat up and peeled my shirt off and then tugged his from him, together we got rid of his tatty jeans and my cargoes and then the briefs. Naked together we hugged each other rolling around until I was on my back and he lay on me humping his rehardening cock against my raging hardon.
'Does baby wanna blow?' He looked at me and grinned.
'I know what I do want,' I ground against him clasping his soft bottom and squashing the relaxed muscles.
'Later,' he smiled. 'I want to do something for you first,' he ducked his head and grasped my erection holding it straight up into the air. 'You're oozing,' he swiped his tongue across the glans and pulled a face. 'Gotta get better,' he smirked and then sank his wetly hot mouth over my swollen glans and then his lips began to move up and down my shaft as he tongued the head until I clutched him and began to slowly move to and fro into his suction. I wouldn't say he was an expert but practice makes perfect and he was trying and his remark about sex was driving me on. He wanted me and I wanted him, that was enough for our first date and if we both scored before the night was out so much the better.
As he sucked he got his hands under me and I felt his fingers fumbling for my hole, I opened my legs and he slowly worked his forefinger inside me and returned my favour of earlier. I squirmed and groaned as he pushed all the right buttons and managed to get most of me into his mouth and down to his gullet. 'I'm gonna...'
'Nnngh...' he choked and gobbled as I felt my erection jerk and then throb in his mouth squirting my creamy goo straight down his throat. He spluttered and gagged but he managed to stay on it sucking and slurping like a kid with a stick of rock in his mouth. 'Blody 'ell,' he finally gasped rolling aside and then clinging me and bringing his face upto mine. 'You can taste your's now.' We lay there comfortable and at ease with each other now naked and lit by the flickering television. Eventually he slipped off the bed and turned the damn thing off and then the lights just leaving the small lamp above the bed on, just enough to see what we were doing.
''You are staying the night,' he looked at me and smiled. 'We have unfinished business.'
'If you want me to,' I lay there and grinned. 'Of course he wanted me to, that's what he'd just said. He hadn't asked a question, he'd made a statement.
'Of course,' he laughed softly. 'Your mum showed me some pictures of you when you were at school, I knew then I was going to like you and as soon as you rolled up at the gate earlier I knew we were going to do it.'
'After a rest,' I hugged him and we sliipped under the bedding. It was getting chilly as it does at nights in the country but we were snug as bugs in the proverbial rug and I was going to make love to this beautiful scruff and he was going to do me.
'Love your bum,' he whispered as he snuggled up against me. Ok, so not all that romantic but it was pretty clear statement of intent. I just wriggled back onto his thickening but still soft mass... give it an hour.
My prediction wasn't far wrong, mind you, with the travel and beer I was just about dropping off when I felt the softness to my rear begin to harden. I wriggled my bottom and pushed back to be rewarded with a satisfied sigh and a hand reaching around grasping my own hardeness, then I felt warm breath on the side of my neck and the softeness of lips and the flicker of his wet tongue.
'I'm so hard,' he whined and I felt his hot meat roughly push up into my crack. Another little wriggle and he was in position and actually pressing against my pucker. I was banking on sweat and his very obvious dribbling when he pushed.
'Put some spit on it.' I muttered drawing away just a little.
'Sorry. I can do better than that,' I felt him reaching out and a moment later his fingers were into my crack probing for my hole. A smooth push and he had one finger inside me moving to and fro, he'd found some lube somewhere, it seemed he was one jump ahead and as I felt his finger withdraw after the briefest of probes it was replaced by his slippery glans. A bit more movement and I felt it press against me.
I gasped as it parted my pucked and I felt the oiled knob lodge in me. God knows why they all seem so manageable but when push came to shove they feel like bloody great logs. I clenched my teeth but he was gentle and he took his time although he was determined enough and I could feel his hot cock gradually fill me until I felt his belly nestle in the small of my back and his pubics press against my bottom.
'Fantastic,' he breathed and started to slowly move. 'My first boy.'
'I thought you said you'd had someone in here before.'
'Yeah, he did me and then he did a runner... rat!'
'In that case, enjoy,' I grunted and pushed back onto his slow thrusts feeling quite happy to be his first shag. Everyone remembers his first be it for good reasons or bad, I was determined to make his memories good ones. 'Nice and hard, nice firm thrusts.'
'Yes, Boss,' he giggled and wrapping his arms around me went for it. I went onto my belly and he shuffled between my legs still moving. He wasn't going to pop instantly, I'd just drained him so I set myself out to make him enjoy what he was upto.
''Keep in tight,' I instructed,' I reached back grabbing his moving hips. 'When I turn and lift my leg you move the other way and get under...'
'What?'
'Just do it,' I laughed. 'We should finish up face to face.'
'OK,,' he muttered doubtfully but it worked. I ended up on my back and he was on top. I had my legs in the air but lowered then onto his back grabbing his neck and dragging his face to mine for a kiss.
'Now fuck me, Mr Short, Dark and Handsome.' He did, I felt his speed up and as he kissed I transferred my hands to his smooth chest running them from his sticky out nipples to his belly and crisp pubic bush muttering encouragement as he pumped away. Enough of his belly, I moved my hands again clasping his sweaty and slick buttocks as they moved driving his solid six deep into my well loosened arse. For a first timer he was good and he was getting there, he was really hard now and beginning to grunt and groan, he was on the verge of climax, his first inside another male and that was me.
'Aaaaaah...' He let out a strangled wail and mashing his lips onto mine so that our teeth clicked he rammed in hard and I felt his penis swell and then the pumping that heralded the warm splashes and incredible sensation of another youth spending himself in your body. Pretty standard for a girl I suppose to have a lover cum inside them but a one off for a boy and a sensation that only topped by the reverse... work that one out. I was getting carried away with his meaty cock exploding inside me and I just lay there loving the feel and the easing as he now moved on a coating of his own spunk. Yeah, Josh had just been voted my Number One boy. 'That was something else,' he gazed down at me sparly eyed and slowly moved his cum drenched spike in my hot, smooth and highly desireable bottom... Well, I had to give myself a plug although at that moment in time and space I had one and it was still hot and hard within me.
'Nice one, Josh.' You always say something completely trite at moments like that and that was my standard, it was enoguh to bring a happy smile to his face and he made a couple of more moved before gently withdrawing leaving an void which would be filled again before the night was over, I was quite determined there but first...
As he lay there alongside me coated with a fine sweat I wiped him down and gently nuzzled his neck rubbing my own hardon up against his thigh.
'Was I alright?'
'You were perfect mon petite cabbage.'
'What?'
'It's what Hercule Poirot says when he tops Captain Hastings and stop fishing for compliments.' I turned him towards me and pulled him in closely feeding my stiffness between his thighs whereon he promptly clamped on me and grinned.
'Gonna do the dirty.'
'Gonna make love to you, Joshua Clements from Lower Weare. Slowly, gently and then savagely.' I growled and mouthed his neck doing my Dracula impersonation, it raised a little squeal but he quite happily allowed me to bear him onto his back and move between his legs. Almost automatically he parted then and raised them partway allowing access to his honeypot, pucker, boy fanny, call it what you will. One thing was for sure and that was I was going to sheath my aching and drooling hardness in his sweaty tunnel of love.
'Come on,' he whispered and drew his knees right back to his chest exposing his tautly spread bottom.
I got myself into a kneeling position and carefully positioning myself slowly pushed on a smear of precum and his sweat and penetrated his moist hole quite freely but once my glans was lodged he clamped on me and I groaned at the tightness, his heat and the pleasure that he gave. His last little romancer might have been a ratshit fuckpig but Josh had learnt well and as I pushed he relaxed and tightened on me as I started to move in and out. He was good sex, enough said, he might be a boy from the backwoods or the Mendip Hills to be more accurate but I'd put him up against any of the skanks I'd tied up with in Bristol,. He was hot and sweaty but that added to the pleasure and soon we were rumping away madly and perspiration was flying everywhere . As soon as I was all the way in his legs clamped onto my back and he started to pull himself onto my fuicking begging me to go harder and faster and I did.
How the hell I didn't have a heart atack was anyone's guess but I fucked my little black heart out into his tight yet slick boy fanny and when I finally came into his oozing hole it was the mother of all cums. He groaned and held me in place tightly as I voided what seemed like my soul in searing blasts of thick white spunk up and into his body. Exhausted at last we clung to each other and I stayed in slowly moving in and out of his battered bottom.
'I feel like I've been raped and pillaged,' he whispered dreamily as he clung to me. 'We doing this again?'
'Not just yet, Nympho Boy,' I smirked and lapped at his sweat sheened face. 'Before dawn though.'
'Excellent... and how long have I got you for?'
'As long as you want but I'll settle for thirteen weeks,' I slipped free carefully and lay on my side and he turned as well shoving his bunm into my groin.
'Thirteen weeks sounds good to me,' he giggled and wriggled his bottom up against me. 'Later?'
'Later,' I agreed.
THE END.
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