Skinny Michael

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 one: Man/Youth (22 and 17)

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SKINNY MICHAEL

The First Weekend

by

G. Cutter

Another dreary Sunday at the Club, the sun was out and the guys were playing cricket ..... yeuch!

I hate bloody cricket, watching eggs boil is a hobby, watching cricket is a nightmare. Unfortunately, if I wanted to get paid I needed to be here and do my duty. Rule Britannia and all that crap. I was the barman at the club and obviously part of my duties was to be open more or less all over the weekend in the cricket season. The reason I'd taken the job on when I was eighteen was because of the football which occupied seven months of the club year. I liked football and I liked the football kids. Both sports had large junior's sections which they unoriginally called 'Colts' and I was pretty good with kids. If the Committee knew exactly how good I was with kids I might have been in trouble but they didn't so there you go.

I've been with them for four years and had just celebrated my twenty second birthday in the arms of a sweet sixteen year old footballer who kept in contact over the summer, a very close contact I might add, he had a nice tight little butt and a pretty big dick ..... what more could you ask of a boy?

I had a couple of drinks myself and eventually got so pissed off that I walked out and watched a bit of cricket, to do that I'd got to be bored in spades. Anyway, the match drew to it's dreary close and the home boys had won, for a change. I returned to the bar for the fray. With a win I could have a busy night but Sunday was a funny one. Saturday was booze night but people tended to drift away quite early on the Sunday due to work the following morning. Monday didn't worry me, I normally took it off. I'd qualified as an auto mechanic when I'd left school and I had such a good 'book' I only needed to work four days a week to keep my finances stable. Any more and I'd be a millionaire by age 30 (that was a joke by the way). To get on with it, suffice to say I was financially OK and as I'd suggested earlier I only did the weekend bar to keep in with the footballers and the kids.

Some spectators came into the bar and I was in business, the main mob of cricketers were in the showers and when they were finished I'd be pretty busy but not exactly rushed off my feet if you know what I mean.

'Blackcurrant Fruit Shoot.'

I looked up to see a tiny boy hunched up on the bar counter idly waving a fiver no doubt ponced from his dad.

'You forgot the magic word, Petey.'

'Aw Gawd, here we go. Please Micky, can I have a Fruit Shoot.'

'You can,' I leisurely got his drink and presented it to him. He wasn't a bad lad but after a hot day dodging cricketers my charm tended to wear a little thin. This particular kid was doll-like to coin a description, the trouble was that although pretty tiny he was very good and he'd actually done trials for the County Under Sixteens (wowsie wow). He had a brother that I once fancied but he being a cricket hater like myself seemed to have dropped from sight.

'How's Michael?' I looked at the kid making idle conversation more than anything.

'Gone all hippy,' Peter grinned at me. 'Long hair like a girl, you'd like that,' he laughed and walked off. Sometimes I wondered what some of these kids actually thought of me but I played it pretty cool. To make a point, the three boys I'd scored with from the Club had all come onto me, I hadn't chatted them up.

'Three moped kids up the end of the road.' One of the senior members was standing at the bar and talking to his pals. 'Looks like they've got spray cans with them.'

'Little bastards, we should chase them off,' his friend replied and looked at me pointedly.

'You should indeed,' I replied just as pointedly. 'Bit cheeky of them parking up and nattering on the public highway, we should ring up the Youth Exterminators.'

'You're useless,' the first guy snapped at me.

'Gotta be, working for your crap wages,' I returned. At that they gave a mumble and wobbled off to a table. That exchange just about defines my relationship with the older cricketers. It was a bit of a love hate job, short on the loving side but there you go.

Shock, horror. There was the sound of putt putt engines and three bikes parked up outside the main windows of the Club, they weren't mopeds as reported they were the updated versions of the scooters you used to see years ago. They were all new and I knew for a fact that they all went for around a grand, maybe eleven hunded quid so these boys weren't pikers. They also weren't strangers, I saw Peter and his dad waving at these kids inviting them in.

Mildly interested, I served another couple of punters and then another couple.

'Can I have a shandy, Micky?' I looked up to see one of the riders standing there with a huge helmet in his hand and a big grin on his face.

'Hi, Michael,' I smiled back, it was little Peter's brother from way back, talk about coincidence or was it serendipity. 'Long time no see.'

'Ducking and diving.....'

'Jigging and jiving,' I replied, I really liked this kid a total non-wanker unlike his younger brother. This kid was Peter's big brother and if I'd got my figures right he was now seventeen or eighteen. 'I can't serve alcohol to under eighteens, Mike.'

'Come on, Micky. Just one, a weak one.'

'You wanna show off to your mates?'

'Of course,' he laughed. 'You still mechanic-ing.'

'Yeah,' I pulled half a pint and topped it up with lemondade. 'There you go, kiddo.'

He offered a two pound coin which I waved away and he perched on a stool by the end of the bar, my stool as it happens but if he wanted to rub his bum on my bit of wood he was welcome. Since the last time I'd seen him he'd shot up, he was taller than I was, he was six foot plus but as skinny as a beanpole. His hair was overlong and hung low on his smooth neck, he was wearing a black singlet and I noticed that apart from his unruly mop he seemed pretty hairless otherwise, other than that, or rather in addition to that he was still a good looking kid with a ready smile.

'You still living down the road?'

'Yeah, same place,' I perched inside the bar, things had quietened down a bit, everybody was nattering cricket, Michael's two pals were playing pool. The three helmets were sitting on a spare table an easy five hundred quidsworth I reckoned, with three overjackets which weren't cheap either.

'Still take Monday's off,' he took a ladylike sip of his drink. He gave me a grin over the rim of the glass and my heart gave a lurch. This kid used to get me going when he was fourteen coming on fifteen, he had a habit of sitting opposite you on the low chairs and opening his legs as if inviting you to oggle his crotch. I never knew if he was coming on, playing the innocent or just stupid.

'Yeah, I only need to work the four days otherwise I'll have the taxman chasing me.'

'I should pop around,' he gazed into space.

'You're always welcome, Michael.' I made small talk just going with the flow as they say. I'd just as soon shoot the breeze with him than get involved in a conversation about the day's match.

'I should drop around tonight,' he looked at me slyly. 'I get so pissed off indoors with dad and Peter yacking on about cricket .... they drive me bloody mad.'

'Dunno if your mum and dad would be too happy about that,' I said quietly not quite believing the turn the conversation was taking. Maybe I was reading too much into it, cricket ran in the family but I don't think brains did.

'Well I wouldn't tell them would I,' he grinned and swallowed his drink. He ran his pointed tongue across his upper lip and smirked. 'What time do you get finished up?'

I looked at my watch and surveyed the massive crowd of around twenty rather unenthusiastic drinkers.

'Just after ten I reckon.'

'Time for me to get rid of my mates,' he grinned at me and went over to his dad and kid brother. He had a brief chat with them and left with his friends, he gave me a cheery wave on the way out.

Phew. What that all about, I needed to think. Had he propositioned me, was he trying to seduce me, send me up, or was I imagining things. I started to clear up, business before daydreams, eh!

It seemed that Michael had set the others in motion, after he'd left with his friends, his father and younger brother followed, after that the others started to trickle away, my early night was becoming a reality. By the time I'd cashed up and got the place locked up I was home and dry by a quarter to ten. I'd actually put Michael's chat down to bravado and was surprised when the bell went just after ten fifteen.

'Hey,' he stood in my doorway with his dopey grin in place. 'I knew you were in, I saw your van.'

'Right,' I looked him up and down, I could really do some rather dirty stuff with this kid. 'Wanna come in?'

'That's what I'm here for,' he grinned and came in the door dropping his helmet onto the floor and shedding his heavy jacket

in my small entrance way.

'Where's your bike?'

'Tucked away around the back.'

'What, are you stopping the night or something?' I joked.

'Yeah, why not?' he laughed as he followed me into my small lounge.

'What?' I froze.

'You heard,' he laughed and plonked himself onto my small two seater sofa. 'I thought I might as well as I'm not working tomorrow and nor are you.'

'What about your people,' I heard myself bleat.

'I told them I was staying around my mate Roger's. He'll back me up.'

'Why should he?' I was confused. He'd clearly been doing some pretty heavy duty plotting and planning, so what the hell was he upto.

'I look after Roger,' he grinned or I should say he smirked, there is a subtle difference you know.

'How?' I smiled in spite of myself and gave him a can of lager, if he was staying the night a can wouldn't harm him and at seventeen he was as good as legal.

'Gentlemen don't tell,' he laughed.

'I had you down more for a girl than a gentleman with that hair,' I sat in my low chair opposite him after turning down the bloody awful Sunday television, I'd rather have a chat with him anyway.

'You reckon.'

'I dunno, just chatting,' I backtracked a bit, I didn't want to upset him so soon after his arrival. Some boys, especially at that age, don't take kindly to having the piss taken out of them.

'Do you know why I came to see you?'

'Do tell,' I smiled at him trying to put him at his ease. He looked a bit tense and at the end of the day even if sex wasn't on the line I was happy being a friend.

'How do you know if you're queer or not?'

'What?'

'Come on,' he snapped impatiently. 'You heard me.'

'Oi,' I thought it was about time I asserted myself. 'You invite yourself to my home, you bounce in and then you start asking me leading questions. Anyway, what do I know about queers?'

'Come on, Micky,' he sighed. 'I thought you were a pal, I thought you'd help out here.'

'I can't be that much of a pal, I haven't seen you for eighteen months or so. You don't have to be a cricketer to use the club you know, I'm open fifty two weekends of the year.'

'Yeah, yeah,' I waved his hand. 'I heard that you were tied up,' he grinned. 'That Nick Yates kid from Walton.'

Shit, he'd just mentioned one of my best kept secrets, the sixteen year old footballer I've mentioned earlier, my very close chum and for chum read lover.

'So, what's your problem?' I stared at him. So he knew what I was and where I was at. So what!

'My question. How does a person know if he were queer? Advise me Micky.'

'Jeez,' this is heavy for a Sunday night.' I looked at him and took the plunge. I don't know if he was just playing a game, offering himself or just on some sort of a trip. 'It's easy, if you're queer if you fancy some one of the same sex with a view to doing the dirty.' I got a couple more cans from the fridge.

'Yeah but all kids get same sex crushes don't they?' He'd returned to the conversation.

'There's a crush and a crush,' I sat down again. 'Listen up, I don't like this chat but let's get one thing straight, I don't like the word queer. There's nothing queer about being homosexual although I prefer the gay label.'

'OK, OK, gay,' he held his hands up. 'A crush is when you fancy a bit of snogging or even just playing Playstation with someone for the rest of your days, right,' he laughed maybe at the image of the Playstation.

'Go on.'

'What about when you want to go to bed with someone, you want to fuck 'em, you want them to do you in return ..... you want to live with them, you wanna marry them?'

'Ride it out, you'll get over it and if you don't you've either got to muster the courage to chat this bloke up or cut and run.' I finally knew what he was on about, this was his mate Roger the one he 'looked after'. I set my drink down and looked at him steadily, man to man, you know the shit. 'This is Roger, isn't it.?'

'What?' He looked at me and burst out laughing.

I just sat there and looked at him, I'd completely lost the plot and in all honesty I was getting a bit annoyed. He was a nice lad and I could really do things for him. Sitting there on a Sunday evening listening to his sex problems and his teeny angst wasn't on my list of things to enjoy, he should be having this chat with his mother or father or maybe a shrink.

'So, what's funny,' I'd waited until he'd stopped laughing.

'It's you, you dummy.' He reddened slightly and avoided my eyes. 'It's you, Micky.'

'What, you fancy me?' I was shellshocked.

'You are a clown aren't you?' He smiled and then the smile broadened to a grin. He really was a good looking boy. 'I've been sitting here for half an hour giving you the chat and you got hold of the wrong end of the stick. Unbelievable.'

I shook my head and took a sip of my can. Where the hell do we go from here. My natural inclination was to throw him on the bed and fuck the arse off him but there was something there, I didn't want to do that, I thought Michael was worth a little bit more than a casual bit of trade.

'So, you're not sexing it with this Roger?'

'Nah,' he laughed. 'But you are doing it with this football kid, Nicky.'

'Now and then,' I admitted. 'We're mates, no strings.'

'So, you're not in a relationship?' His grin was back.

'No.' That was short, sharp and to the point.

'So, I'm alright for the night,? He grinned at me and stretched his legs out and opened them a bit. Shades of eighteen months ago, he was still at it. Teasing, testing?

'You keep doing that and I'm gonna hop over there and use and abuse.'

'Better in bed, innit?' He gave me a lazy grin.

'Yeah,' I agreed and stood up, I turned the TV off and held my hand out. He took it and I hauled him to his feet. 'This is it, Michael. Your bluff's been called.'

'I wasn't bluffing,' he stumbled over the words as I pulled him closer and planted a chaste kiss on the lips. 'You can do better than that, or so Nicky says.' He offered his lips and this time it was proper kiss, his tongue probed at my lips and I let him in. God, our first kiss and it was wonderful.

'Come on,' I guided him from the room and switched the light off on the way out. The night was over, the night was starting, take your choice.

I sat him on the bed and tugged off his massive trainers and then his socks, he just lay there with a lazy grin. He was wearing these lightweight sports bottoms which came down to expose long legs with nary a hair to be seen. It was then that I stood back to survey my prize.

He lay across the bed on his back with his long hair fanned out like a scruffy halo. He still had his black singlet on with an awful pair of boxers featuring Homer Simpson, Homer's face was tented out and his bald head was damp, my boy was definitely on heat.

I knelt at the dge of the bed and leant forward to nuzzle at Homer, I felt the hot mass within jerk. This skinny six foot youth was built well, I outlined his straining sex with my lips finally pulling his waistband out and down. He was uncircumcised but the forskin had been made redundant by his hard inner core which jutted up onto his belly with a smear of pre-cum at it's tip. The massive thing must have measured seven inches plus which wasn't to bad for a kid of his age and build. I was in for a hard time.

'Get undressed, Micky,' he shed his boxers and clambered into my bed, I caught a glimpse of his cute little boy's butt as he struggled under the bedding. He sat there with the duvet upto his waist and still wearing his black singlet, he looked so desirable, I was as hard as an iron bar.

I tugged my sweatshirt off over my head and kicked my trainers off. I wondered idly if he was a virgin or if he'd 'crossed the line' with one of his mates. No doubt I would find out very soon. he gave a little boy giggle as I shed my own cargos and briefs and my own erection popped free. I was a bit miffed that I was probably a little smaller than he was in the penis department but no matter, we're all the same size in the dark.

'Gotta ask you this, sweetnuts,' I sat on the edge of the bed.

'Go on.'

'How many people have you done this with?' I looked at him, my very own Skinny Lizzy. 'How many guys or kids have you gone all the way with.'

'Piss off,' he glared at me and turned away.

Woops. I slig into the bed and snuggled up against his warm body savouring the contact of his lanky and oh so smooth frame against mine. 'Sorry, Michael. I didn't mean .....'

'I've never 'gone all the way' as you put it with anyone.'

'OK, then. I said I'm sorry but you were coming on a bit strong.'

'I was nervous,' he pushed back against me and I felt his soft bottom press against my groin. God,he had a bum like a ten year old not that I was into ten year old bums you understand.

'Don't be nervous, it's just you and me,' I slid my hand across his hip and felt. Yeah. He was still as hard as a rock and now I was going to teach him. I reached under the pillow and grabbed the ever ready KY. It was party time.

'Whatcha going to do?' His voice shook.

'Gonna do what you came here for, Michael,' I uncapped the KY and then went back to stroking down the outline of his body. 'I'm going to make love to you and you're going to make love to me.'

'What ...... fuck?'

'Something like that,' I kissed the back of his neck and nuzzled into his overlong hair, I fed my erection between his smooth bubble buns. 'Face me.' He rolled towards me and we kissed gently and tenderly.

'Jeez. What's that?' He jerked as my KY coated hand wrapped around his big cock and started to move up and down. 'Keep that going and I'll cum all over the place.

'No you won't,' I struggled onto my back and coaxed him to kneel between my parted legs. 'You gotta take this easy, you're a big boy.'

'Bigger than Nicky Yates?'

'Much bigger, anyway, shurrup and leave Nicky out of this.'

'Sorry,' he mumbled as I grabbed his neck and pulled his face towards mine. As we shared a fiercer kiss this time, tongues slipping together and virtually munching each other's faces off I guided his slippery hardness to my pucker.

'Slow,' I muttered around his probing tongue. I held his hips to guide him and stop him if he got carried away. The kiss ended and he seemed to hold his breath as he pushed against me.

Jeez, he was big. I felt my sphincter stretch as he pushed even harder and then it parted. I felt his bulbous glans enter me and then the feeling of being filled, the heat, that one off sensation that you only get when a lover is taking you.

'Fuckin' 'ell,' he gabbled. 'This is so wicked,' he began slowly and gently move in and out gaining a little at each push.

'Yeah, you got it, that's good,' I clamped my bum on his next thrust and then eased as he withrew a little and then repeated the movement on his next thrust.

'Jeeeesus,' he moaned and began to move faster.

'Go for it, Michael. Fuck me,' I groaned as his outsize youth's penis filled me and began to move faster. I could feel his soft pubics brushing against my bum, he had most of it in. 'All the way,' I pulled on his hips and he sheathed his complete erection into my bottom.

'Make love to you,' he whispered and kissed my but this time it was a butterfly kiss and he was moving faster. I slipped my legs onto his back and held him in.

For a first timer he was good, I knew he was't going to last too long he was too hyped up but he tried to make it last. Long sure and hard thrusts, it wasn't until the end that he started to slam into me and groan with the effort. His sweat few everywhere as he fucked himself into a frenzy.

'I'm cuming.' The final warcry in all these little battles, not so much winners and losers but a lover and a loved one attaining their own little victories.

That boy did cum as well. Spurt after warm spurt of his youthful spunk splattered and splashed it's way up into my body until he finally gave a series of exhausted gasps and slowly subsided onto me, I clasped his sweaty buns and hugged him tightly. 'Orrite, baby. Have fun?'

'I like it when you call me baby,' he smiled in the gloom. 'It was wonderful, incredible ..... fuckin' fantastic.'

'A happy bunny then,' I laughed. 'Gotta beat wanking, yeah?'

'Yeah,' he agreed and I felt his flacid organ slip free with a spill of his semen between my cheeks.

'Wanna do me now?' He spoke quietly with the trace of nervousness in his voice.

'Don't panic,' I laughed softly and hugged his slender body close. 'We've got all night.'

'All day tomorrow as well,' he laughed gleefully. 'We can do it all day long.'

'Monday's supposed to be my day off,' I smiled in the near darkness I could feel his soft penis pressed against my hardness, he was getting stiff again. this could turn into a bloody marathon.

'Mmmm, this is nice and comfy,' he snuggled in.

'This'll be more comfy,' I shuffled and he slipped off, I manhandled him onto his side and reversed the role, I snuggled into him but this time my hardness was pressed up against his crack. 'Now we rock and roll,' I whispered and rolled him onto his tummy.

He must have got the idea as he opened his legs and scrunched the pillow up under his face, I kissed his cheek as he craned his head sideways. I got between his legs and kissed his smooth buns, he was a bit sweaty but there was the tang of soap and deoderant, he must have had a bath before he came around ..... good boy.

'Oooh,' he warbled and his cheeks clenched as I ran my tongue up his crack and kissed the base of his spine. 'Try not to hurt me,' he mumbled into the pillow.

'You're the one with the giant cock, pal.'

He sniggered and opened his legs wider as I lapped his crack and spread his cheeks. Flattery gets you everywhere. There she blows. Yummy, I slipped my tongue across his pucker and probed at the target, I reached for my trusty KY.

'I thought you'd wanna do it from the front,' he whispered as I squeezed a dollop of the lube onto two fingers.

'Not the first time, baby. Later maybe.'

'Oooh.' The Michael warble again as my oiled fingers brushed across his ring and I slowly pushed one into him and kept the other just outside, I felt him tense up and then relax as my finger moved in and out oiling him and relaxing the tensed muscle. A little squeak as the second finger joined in and then he was pushing back as I slowly began to finger fuck his virgin tight lttle arse. 'Feels funny,' he gave a nervous chuckle into the pillow.

'Bet this does as well.' I began to massage his prostate. He went rigid with shock as I applied pressure to the all important gland and then began to move my fingers over it and press on it.

'Stop, stop,' he wriggled trying to dislodge my fingers. 'Do it now, Micky.'

Fair enough. I slowly and carefully slid my fingers free of his body and inserted my straining erection between his cheeks searching for his hole. I felt the his flesh yield and then the tightness and warmth as my glans slid through and into his body.

'Jeeesus,' he spasmed and clutched the pillow in a death grip.

'Easy, easy,' I froze half in and half out of his sphincter. 'Now relax, go limp.'

'Bit difficult with a bloody great cock up your bum,' he moaned but did relax a little and I gained another inch and then it was over. 'That's better,' he gave a little giggle but pushed up on me accepting my erection into his body as I started to move to and fro oiling and easing but this time with the real thing.

'Orrite,' I kissed his overlong hair and blew onto his sweaty neck.

'I'll live,' he pushed up hard, I began to fuck harder. 'Yeah.' This time he pushed his hips up off the bed absorbing most of my penis and one sure thrust did the rest. We were joined, his virginity was gone.

'On your side,' I whispered and as he turned I lazily slid in and out of his boy fanny and handled his own hardness with my oily hand.

'Hey, this is nice,' he pushed back onto me and craned his head around for a sloppy kiss. 'You've been practicing.'

'Shut up,' I nipped his ear and began to ram into his soft bottom and wank his already hard cock.

'Keep this up and I'll cum again,' he moaned as my thrusting became a ramming. He was making little grunts as I sweatily slapped up against his slim frame and I felt my heat building in my balls.

'Michael,' I groaned as I rammed into him with one mighty thrust and let go. I felt my climax shoot up my penis in a long searing spurt and I was cuming in his tight little passage filling my teenage lover with my young man's spunk.

'Aaaah, Micky,' he wailed and pressed back onto me and I felt his bum clamp so hard. 'I've cum.'

Brilliant. We huddled still joined in a sweaty spunky mess as my final squirt spilt into his fanny and his own limpening cock lay in it's own puddles of cum on the bedding.

'That was so good, Michael,' I kissed his sweat sheened shoulder.

'Front me up, kiss me properly,' he whispered and clamped his sweet tush as my softening cock slipped free. A struggle and a giggle and we were face to face tenderly kissing and swopping spit. It was a wonderful moment, for him a once in a lifetime, you only lose your cherry once.

True sex is strange. I think about five minutes after that we wobbled off to the kitchen for a coffee, now if he'd have been a proper wifey he'd have brought me one in bed but we needed to capture a couple of clean sheets as well. We got our coffee and adjourned to my two seater sofa to cool down a bit and just relax. I knew that as soon as we got back to bed I was going to take him again or let him take me, no dispute there.

'Hey, it's nearly one o'clock,' he glanced at the wall clock.

'Time flies when you're having fun.'

'It was fun, wasn't it?' He lolled against me and his thigh pressed against mine.

'Yeah, beautiful fun, Michael.' I leant against him holding my mug in the one hand and idly stroking his inner thigh with the other letting the back of my hand brush against his semi hard penis.

'You're trying to get me going,' he chuckled.

'Tell me about Nicky. How do you know what you know?'

'He does the same courses as I do, the motor cycle mechanics ones, you know, all that six volt stuff.'

'Yeah, go on.'

'He happened to mention that he'd done some work with a car mechanic who also happened to run a bar.I said that I knew you and we started hanging about a bit.'

'He never mentioned you.'

'We finished up wanking mates, that's why,' Michael laughed. 'I did a couple of sleepovers around his place and we finished up doing the dirty.'

'Thought you said you were a virgin.'

'We never fucked,' Michael squeaked indignantly. 'We only did wankies and a bit of snogging.'

'So he kissed and told.' I wasn't very happy about that but what was done was done. The next time I saw Nicky there might just be a certain coolness in the air.

Michael must have sensed something as he pulled away from me and looked at me. 'You've got the hump?'

'Just a bit,' I shrugged it off.

'He didn't tell me you were at it,' he smiled and stroked my leg. 'Hercule Poirot worked it out, Nicky's got a hell of a thing for you and he's so bloody obvious.'

'So, where do we go from here?'

'Back to bed,' he suggested brightly.

'I suppose,' I stood up, I was bloody tired but maybe a few minutes of contact with a warm body might liven me up.

'Michael stood up and grabbed me around the waist. 'Maybe a threesome,' he whispered as I nuzzled his smooth neck, I felt the peachy fuzz on his jawline, my boy was growing up, he'd be shaving in a century or so.

'Bears thinking about,' I laughed as I dragged him into the bedroom and pushed him onto the bed.

'Gonna do me again, Micky.' He lay on the bed in his naked glory with his seven inches of youth meat sticking up on his belly.

'Yeah,' I crouched between his legs as his knees went upto his chest exposing his taut pucker.

'Threesome?' he whispered as I rubbed my slippery glans across his pucker.

'Twosome for the time being, baby,' I kissed him lightly as I pushed into his welcoming warmth.

THE END

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This one came out of the blue after seeing an old friend over the weekend. I don't know if to go for a Chapter 2 or not.

NO PIX with this one.

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