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.
ALL MY CHARACTERS, PLACES AND SITUATIONS ARE FICTIONAL AND THE EVENTS PORTRAYED TAKE PLACE ON PLANET CUTTER. ANY RESEMBLENCE TO REAL PEOPLE, PLACES, ETC. ETC. IS TOTALLY COINCIDENTAL. The author recommends 'safe' sex in real life. You must be above the Age of Consent in your particular geopolitical area to read this sort of stuff and you should NEVER allow minors access but you knew that.
I normally prefer to write in First Person (frowned on by the more technical authors) but I write as I like. I do like to try and approach the tale from the boys point of view... get into their tiny minds but you must realise if they sound a bit smartarse and over world weary at times that is me coming through. If they sound as thick as a plank... that's them.
Enjoy. If you have spare please donate a little cash to NIFTY. Keep NIFTY free and keep NIFTY alive.
GCutter66@gmail.com
OK, Sunday afternoon and getting bored waiting for some very longwinded EMule downloads. A nice cuppa and a bit of a read seemed the very English thing to do and thats exactly what I did. I picked up two junior James Bonds in the local Thrift Shop for peanuts and one of them is titled BLOODFEVER and it's by Charlie Higson. I'm not going to explain my reading juvenile literature, it's just a thing I do.
Anyway, I suddenly get to a scene where young James is diving from a small cliff to impress two Sardinian lads who are servants at the house where he is staying. In the process of this caper his foot is spiked by a poisonous sea urchin which just goes to show James Bond as a boy wasn't all that smart. Let's go to Sardinia in better times. The Thirties, Hitler is huffing and puffing and the world is approaching one of it's nasty phases... I suppose that's why we called it the lull before the storm.
Oh yeah, I couldn't quite sort out the ages so I made James fifteen and the Sardinians sixteen.
THE YOUNG JAMES BOND
by
G. Cutter
The young James Bond poised on the rock and looked at the water below, the two Sardinian boys, Mauro and his friend Luigi were watching him from the lower beach and sharing a joke.
'Probably think I'm an idiot,' James muttered to himself and flicked his overlong dark brown nearly black hair from his eyes. He'd recently discovered a fear of heights and in line with his very English upbringing especially at Eton he was determined to crack this flaw in his character or die in the attempt. He'd climbed the small cliff and prayed that the water beneath was deep enough to accomodate him, he did have a mild case of the funks but the more he stood and looked around at the brilliantly blue sea and sky the better he felt. He was determined to conquer his fear and just as importantly to demonstrate to the two Sardinian boys that he was not a child. He was an English boy and he demanded respect due his station. He glanced across and the two boys were watching him... daring him?
He steeled himself and waited until the wash of a passing ferry started to arrive and suddenly launched himself into space. My God, it was as if time had stood still, he seemed to hover and then fall. His head hit the water with an almost solid thump and he was going down. The God of Teenage Idiots must have been on his side as his belly painfully scraped the bottom just before he shot to the surface.
'Sei pazzo,' Mauro was on his feet and clapping. Luigi stood alongside and grinned. James was elated, perhaps now the surly Sardinian boys would speak to him. He'd been quite upset staying at his uncle's villa and the two kids nearest his own age either ignored him or rather seemed to despise him as a rich Anglo schoolboy with half a brain. However, as he swam towards the cove they were all smiles, at least they might speak to him now, they were servant companions to his uncle and guests after all.
These boys were reputedly from bandit stock but all Sardinians claimed that. They were paid well by all accounts but gave the impression that their services were give more as a favour than a duty. Mauro was sixteen by James' reckoning, slender and very much one of the younger Roman gods, rather long black hair and piercing eyes he was handsome in a nutshell but James brushed the thought aside. Luigi was stockier with black curly hair and James thought the pair quite over friendly with each other but 'different horses, different courses' courses as they said at Eton. This wan't the sleepy English countryside but an area of the world where the blood ran considerably hotter in the veins.
James found his footing on the slippery rocks and started to walk towards them when it happened.
'Ouch...' he felt pain like a nail had been driven to his foot. 'Jesus Christ...' He rarely blasphemed but the pain was excrutiating and he fell on to the fine sand. The boys ran towards him with alarm and concern on their faces.
'James?' Mauro knelt and looked at the English boy in concern, suddenly he seized James' ankle and gabbled in Italian to his friend. There were a cluster of black spikes protuding from James' tender instep. The Sardinians quickly plucked them out but James' was on the verge of passing out as he felt the poison swell his foot and start to climb up his leg.
'Presto. presto, quickly,' Luigi bent down and hoised James to his feet and with Mauro's assistance half dragged and half carried the slightly smaller and now semi concious English boy to the villa and then straight into the kitchen. Luigi raked through the cupboards and produced a flagon of the local strong vinegar and dosed James' foot, Mauro boiled a large kettle and dumped the contents into a bowl. Vinegar applied and James' injured foot was stuck into the near boiling water. He almost screamed but Eton boys didn't make a fuss, instead he passed out totally with his last feelings being pain surging up his leg and curiously Mauro's warm and sweat beaded chest pressed against him .
James came to some time later, he was on his bed still in his swimming costume and tended by the two servants. Well, Luigi wasn't actually a house servant but he seemed glued to Mauro and was as near as dammit.
'How do you feel, James?' Mauro asked in his careful English.
'Better,' James smiled weakly. 'Thank you both for the help.'
'The locals avoid that part of the beach,' Luigi chipped in. 'Those urchins can kill you if they spike you anywhere near the heart,' he squeezed James' good leg. 'You are a lucky boy.'
James managed a small and very weak laugh. Luigi who was shorter than he was was also barely a year older in spite of his previously condescending manner. However, things had changed. Both boys hovered around and checked James' foot again. It seemed the immediate danger had passed and although still swollen and sore James could actually rotate his ankle and wiggle his toes.
'Is good?' Mauro smiled and clasped the mucle on James thich gently squeezing. James blushed, the boy's hand was inches away from his groin and he wasn't used to such personal contact with others, let alone rather good looking Sardinian bandit boys. He realised that he was probably seeing things that weren't there and the fact that Mauro came from bandit country didn't make him a fully fledged villain. 'You rest, I bring some soup, you must build your strength.' Mauro spoke in short sentences but the scowl had finally been replaced by a smile.
'You should strip off and get into bed properly,' Luigi grinned clearly talking about the swimming trunks still worn by the injured boy. James glanced through the open patio doors and saw that it was dark, he must have passed out for a couple of hours at least.
'Yes, you should bath really and make sure your mosquito net is properly fitted.' Mauro looked suddenly nervous. 'Luigi or I can help you.'
'No, no,' James felt himself redden again. He was embarassed at being embarassed. Blushing was one for the younger boys not for him but the thought of either Mauro or Luigi handling his naked body was too much. If the other boys in his party thankfully still inland heard of naked capers with the locals his name would be all over the school... and printed in letters of mud. 'I can manage but thank you all the same.'
'Va bene,' Mauro giggled. James looked up, it was the first time he'd heard the boy laugh and it was rather nice.
The boys left and James managed to get up and strip off his tight costume and wrap a towel around himself. His room had a bathroom en suite and he topped up with foamy water sinking in and feeling most of his aches and pains ebb. His foot was still sore but not overly so and as he idly soaped his groin under water he thought of the two boys. The stocky Luigi who returned to his boat at nights and then the slender and rather attractive Mauro who certainly didn't return anywhere, he had his own room in the villa.
''Damn it,' he cursed as he felt his flesh harden under water. The poison certainly hadn't climbed as far as his privates that was for sure. He squeezed and moved his hardening flesh in his hand. 'Enough...' he spoke to himself and pulled the plug. He had all night for that and all he needed was one of the boys to return and find him playing with himself. All the same he was quite proud of it. As he dried off his boyish cock jutted from his belly, it may not have reached the adult six that was often quoted but he knew from crafty measurements that he had hit the five and a half inches. 'Down, damn beastie,' he giggled and slapped the hard flesh. He was supposed to be a cool, calm and collected English boy not a sex mad Italian or French kid.
He dried off and went back into his room, it was much cooler now and he closed the patio door against the night chill. Not surpringly after his accident on the beach and subsequent sleep he still felt groggy but got his shorts and shirt on and wandered into he main quarters. He found Mauro, Luigi and Horst the general handyman in conversation and sipping the local wine. James greeted them and they fussed over him getting him seated and served with a chilled glass of the red and rather sweet local produce. Luigi was on the verge of returning to his boat where he slept and Horst seemed more concerned with the housekeeping than James' welfare. Mauro, however was attentive and James was quite happy that his spectacular dive had brought about a relaxing of the servant to guest relationship and that the poisoning of his foot had helped albeit in a rather painful way.
'How does it feel now?' Luigi asked just before leaving.
'Sore but much better, thank you,' James answered politely.
'Mauro should rub some balm into it before you sleep,' Luigi smiled. 'And avoid that part of the beach in future... you swim from my boat, much safer.'
'Thank you,' James smiled, things were certainly looking up. Luigi only had a small boat with a cabin and a bunk but the whisper was that he was involved in the local smuggling. Cousin Victor had told James to ignore such talk of banditry and smuggling as boyish imaginings but James wasn't too sure. He was surprised to find that it was nearly midnight which was way past their normal bed time but after Luigi's departure he found himself with Mauro. 'Officially' with Victor's absence visiting the so called 'Count' Ugo, Horst was running the place but he seemed content to let Mauro look after James and contented himself with the housekeeping aspect.
'I should put you to bed,' Mauro refilled James' glass. 'Tuck you in...'
'I'm not a child,' James laughed. 'All the same: Thank you for your help this afternoon.
'You are welcome,' Mauro replied formally. 'These things, the sea urchins, are a menace. Luigi might have said they can be fatal if you are stung anywhere near the heart.'
'Yes, good job I didn't fall over and land head first in them.'
'Very lucky,' Mauro looked serious. 'Your cousin would never have forgiven me if I'd allowed you to come to harm. I am tasked with looking after you whilst you stay with us.'
'That's nice,' James was at a loss for words. Why on earth should he need 'looking after'? The villa was in one of the most isolated areas of the island, traffic was non existent and any locals seemed to be sheep and goat herders and they were mere boys. Very attractive boys at that, James thought but he was having lots of weird thoughts lately. In fact, with the wine he was increasingly aware of Mauro's smooth brown arms, the gap in his shirt displaying a chest equally as brown and smooth and most of all the bulge in the youth's white trousers. 'Yes...' James grinned fighting back the damn blush that seemed to be arriving whenever least expected.
'Good night,' Horst called in. 'The house is secure,' he spoke as if the place was a fortress and disappeared.
'Burglars?' James raised his eyebrows.
'Scavengers,' Mauro laughed. 'Night animals, foxes and the rest.'
'Ah,' James laughed. The thought had never crossed his mind. Mosquitos were bad enough but waking up with some wildlife snuffling about the room would be even more of a nuisance. 'I'm not even tired yet.'
'But you must try to sleep,' Mauro finished his wine and poured himself another glass. James refused, the stuff was heady and perhaps once he was stripped off and under his netting sleep would claim him. 'I will pop in and put some ointment on your punctures,' Mauro looked over the rim of his glass. 'Just to guard against infection you understand.'
'Thank you,' James grinned. Funnily enough the thought of the Sicilian youth, bandit or not, playing with his feet sounded rather attractive. That fool Peregrine in the Fourth would call it 'kinky' one of his strange words then again his father was in what they called the performing arts and everyone knew how strange they were.
Surprisingly enough they managed to drain the bottle between them and James blundered rather than walked to his room. Horst or the housekeeper must have done their rounds as his bed was freshly made with the night time netting rigged and was lit by one small oil lamp on the bedside fitting. James stripped off quickly, he'd taken to sleeping naked whilst on holiday and found it rather 'sexy' another of those words. He'd keep his middle covered whilst Mauro did whatever he wanted to the recently poisoned foot. Perhaps he may masturbate later on, it was a recent hobby and he was trying to keep it under control unlike some of the other boys. Recent schools of thought proposed that masturbating or wanking was quite natural if carried out sparingly but it wasn't the sort of thing you spoke about.
He lay in the bed gazing at the ceiling fan as it slowly rotated. His head turned as the door creaked and Mauro slipped into the room and closed the door behind him. James stared, the Sardinian boy was shirtless and from his bare legs trouserless as well, his one item of clothing appeared to be a rather short nightshirt, it barely came down to his knees and James wondered if the Sicilian was naked underneath. Mauro slipped under the mosqito netting and sat on the edge of the bed producing a white pot with a screw top which James assumed was the balm or lotion.
'It is very quiet,' James spoke bnt being too sure what to say to his night time visitor.
'The house is alsleep other than you and I,' Mauro smiled and uncapped the pot. He gathered the loose bedding from the bottom of the bed and slowly exposed James' feet. A bit of a shuffle and he was sitting right on the bed and James' feet were in his hands and on his lap. James gulped. his ankles must be nearly pressing against Mauro's privates and he had the sudden urge to see the youth naked.
God, James thought. What the hell is wrong with me. Totally out of his control he could feel his groin warming and his penis beginning to extend, he just couldn't stop it. He closed his eyes and thought of everything apart from a naked Mauro as he felt his foot being massaged and then the feel of the cool balm on the sole of his foot. Mauro's other hand was stroking his uninjured foot and then it seemed to drift up his leg. James tensed and then relaxed, Mauro was upto something and as far as James was concerned he'd let it happen. He'd just started speaking to the youth and wasn't going to upset the applecart now. He had a suspicion that something outside his experience was about to happen but he was supposed to be on a learning holiday after all. He had the boyish knowledge that he was a fifteen year old virgin high in dreams and low in experience and that maybe about to change.
'You alright with this, James?' Mauro whispered and his hand slipped above James' knee under the bedding. The first move had been made.
'Yes,' James croaked, he could feel his erection as hard as a steel bar, there was no going back now.
'Benissimo,' Mauro grinned in the poor light and shuffled up the bed a bit so that James' calves now lay across his lap. James could feel hardness under his legs and knew that it was Mauro and a very special part of the youth. He moved his leg a little and heard the intake of breath at the same time as the hard flesh pulsed. Mauro was in the same situation as he was. James was a sexual innocent but he wasn't an idiot, things were going to happen tonight and what better place than on a sun drenched Mediterranean island with a willing and good looking youth. Alright, so Mauro was slightly older but what matter, James needed help and someone showing the way... could Mauro be the one?
James squirmed in the bed, the lower bedding was now rucked up around his knees and Mauro's hands were inside clasping the back of James' thighs. Mauro moved up again only this time he pulled James down the bed so that the English boy's body was almost laying on his.
They gazed at each other in the dim light and James smiled. His self confidence had returned. Whatever was about to happen would happen, it was as easy as that. He was so hard his penis ached and he could feel the oozing and that was a first. He wasn't cuming but his essence was leaking from him and he desperately needed relief. 'Go on then, Mauro,' he spoke softly and the Sardinian youth grinned. As we say in more modern times... he'd scored!
Mauro delved deeper into the bedding and his hands slipped under James' naked bottom. Mauro savoured the smooth and pliable flesh for a moment and withdrew. Slowly and carefully he peeled back the light coverings exposing Jame's sunburned form in it's boyish beauty. James was well built for a fifteen year old, his shoulders were broad and his torso tapered to a slender waist but Mauro's delighted eyes were drawn to the boy's erection laying straight up on his belly. James was as hard as a rock and his glans shone with precum. Mauro felt his own hardness jerk under his nightshirt as he gazed at James and slowly dropped his head and just as slowly licked up from Jame's tight balls to the very tip of his hot cock.
'Mauro...' James groaned and stroked the Sardinian youth's jet black hair. 'Mauro...' he gasped and whined as Mauro's hot and slippery tongue lapped up and down his jerking shaft. It was all too much, more than he'd expected and just as perverse. Another boy was licking his cock and he was just laying there accepting the attention. He should have been fighting his assailant off or he should have run screaming from the room but he did neither. The thrust his pelvis up as Mauro lifted the stiff and blood filled organ upright, moved just a little and sank his mouth over the succulent length of boy flesh. 'Aaaaah...' James whimpered and surrendered, there'd be no shouting or running tonight he decided as he stroked Mauro's thick hair and sank into the pleasure. Mauro's head moved up and down on the hot meat and he cupped Jame's tight buttocks squeezing and delighting as he felt them clench as James started to fuck upwards. This English boy was a virgin, no doubt there but he knew what he wanted and he slowly fucked into Mauro's mouth with the enthusiasm of boyhood. Mauro sucked and smiled around James' root smiling up the boy's belly to see James looking down with a lazy smile on his face. Mauro had one last trick up his sleeve, with the his hand still oily from the lotion he wriggled a finger between James' buttocks and pushed into the dark and sweaty crack. Surprisingly James opened his legs a little and Mauro's finger pressed, pushed and slipped into James' most private of places.
James squrmed and redoubled his efforts fucking into Mauro's mouth as the Sardinian's finger ravaged his hole spreading and easing the muscle and giving James a second sensation. The two went together, the joy of having his cock sucked for the first time and the pleasure of a moving finger delving into his gut. Suddenly it happened, Mauro pushed in hard and deep. James felt like an electric shock had jolted him and suddenly he felt the intense heat shoot up his shaft and he cried out as his ejaculation shot in long creamy squirts into Mauro's eager gobbling.
'Yesss...' Mauro grinned upwards for a moment and then ducked again sucking and squeezing James' softening cock dry. He spent time on it, lapping, cleaning and making sure he had the last dribble extracted before gently kissing the deflating member as it softened. 'You are a very juicy boy, James,' he grinned up James's belly. He wasn't too sure how far the rather stand offish public schoolboy from England was prepared to go but he was soon to find out.
'You should take that damn nightshirt off, Mauro.'
The Sardinian didn't need telling twice, with a giggle he pulled his garment off feeling James' eyes on him and then he was dragged down to lay face to face with his new lover. James had decided to go the whole way. He had decided that there was a lot more to come with this boy-on-boy experience and there would be not real progress unless he matched his companion step for step. Anyway, he wanted to taste the thick brown hardness juting from Mauro's belly. It was as hard as his own had been but was longer and thicker and he wanted it.
Of course Mauro was safe. Luigi might get told but none of James' school friends would know and that was the main thing. Whatever happened tonight would remain their secret and he wanted to go the course. They were both randy boys and now it was Mauro's turn. As Mauro snuggled in with his hard cock pressing against James' smooth belly their faces were inches apart. They both gazed into each other's eys and their lips nearer... brushed... and met. The kiss seemed to last forever, James had never kissed a boy before and Mauro had never kissed a sex starved English schoolboy. Mauro felt his head spin, this was going all the way he was sure and even surer when he felt Jame's head drop and the boy's lips on his nips. He gently pressed on James' head and felt warm breath on his belly and then the lap of a wet tongue. James was going for it. Mauro held his hardness out and gasped as he felt the first kiss right on the end of his glans shortly followed by the first lick .
James was a brave boy, he was also an adventurer, his leading position in the school's Danger Club demonstrated that but this was something else. At school there were whisperings of 'Greek love' and the deviates who practiced this perversion but James had an inward chuckle. If he'd have know it was as good as this he might have been courting some of the youngsters who were rumoured to 'put it about' as they said. Mauro's skin was so smooth and warm and his thick cock seemed to get harder and harder as James sucked. He managed to keep his teeth out of the way and finally slipped his hand under Mauro's tight balls probing into the Sardinian boy's sweaty crack.
'Go on, James,' Mauro moaned. 'Finger me... Aaaaah...' Mauro moaned as he felt James' stiff finger linger briefly on his pucker and then push. 'Yes, James, yes... aaaah.' He moaned and writhed as James' finger plundered his tight bottom and the sucking increased. He tensed as his scrotum went tight and then it happened. He held James' head firmly and slipped right into the English boys gullet releasing the pent up spunk and passion of the last hour.
'Gaaargh...' James spluttered and swallowed, the volume was amazing, Mauro seemed to cum like a flood and James took it all. Far from being disgusting the youth's cum was just bland and slimy, not James' taste of the century but perfectly acceptable in the dark and in secret. No one would know about this he told himself as he sucked Mauro dry actually squeezing Mauro's foreskin over his glans and extracting the final dribble.
'So good, James',' Mauro's teeth flashed in the gloom as he dragged the slightly smaller boy up alongside. 'Will your English honour allow you to live?'
'Oh, I think so,' James chuckled and lapped at Mauro's lips before kissing properly, he got a perverse pleasure realising that spunk was on his lips and now in their mouths. Slippery in sweat and funk the boys melded together as one and after a while tried to sleep. James lay on his side with Mauro cuddled or spooned up behind. He could feel the warm mass of the youth's semi erect penis pressing into his crack as he gently pushed back testing the waters. He wanted to try the ultimate and suspected Mauro wanted the same, however, this wasn't the time or the place.
'Do you want to try...' Mauro started to speak.
'Sleep, Mauro,' James giggled pressing back harder teasing the older boy. 'Yes... but later.'
'Good,' Mauro kissed James's sweat beaded neck. 'I know a place.'
The following morning Mauro was away at the first bird's call and James lay in his empty and disorganised bed. He needed to bathe and he needed to get his brain in gear. The night time session had been good but there was more. The more he though of Mauro's slender and brown body the more he lusted and the harder he became. He needed a cold bath and that's what he did, he was an English boy after all.
Breakfast at the villa tended to be more of an oily snack as James would have put it more than the traditional as he would have at school or home but it filled a hole and generated some energy. Jame's swollen foot was nearly back to normal but all the same he wore plimsoles for the beach. Luigi's boat was in the cove and it seemed the so called smuggler was about to set sail. 'He will offer to take us over to Corsica,' Mauro explained. 'But I have a place,' he grinned at James. 'A safe place.'
'Good idea,' James actually gave a little pelvic thrust, he felt such a slut but he was infatuated with Mauro's lithe and drop dead sexy body. He couldn't get enough and he knew that the next session would be the ultimate. 'No sailing trip,' he giggled as Luigi slipped from the boat and swam towards them as they stood on the beach.
Luigi didn't seem that concerned, he told them he had to collect some wine and cigarettes as they were cheaper over on the French island. He didn't linger, as he said the wind was right and he wanted to take advantage, to do his business and return for nightfall.
'You should stay in the villa tonight,' Mauro remarked before his friend departed. 'What do you think, James?'
James looked at Luigi, the 'smugglers' grinning face and his tough body with an appreciable bulge in his fork. 'Sounds good,' he felt his traitor blush begin but it faded as Luigi laughed and made a running dive into the water. It would seem things were going to get even more exciting on the boy front come nightfall but there was still the rest of the day to survive. They spent the morning swimming and exploring the villa's small cove making sure to keep clear of the rocks with he black sea urchins. Mauro said the sandy areas were quite safe and that's where they stayed. Lunch came and went and the villa became silent as the various household members slunk away for their assorted siestas. It was too hot for work and the staff would return to life around five or six in the evening. Cousin Victor was due to return the following morning and things would then get back top normal but James had adventure on his mind.
'This place cost your cousin a fortune to build,' Mauro remarked as they sat on the patio under an awning. 'I used to run around as a child pestering the builders,' he smiled. 'There are long passages leading back into the bluff, very cool and ideal for stores.'
'Really,' James wondered when Mauro was going to get to the point.
'Yes,' Mauro grinned. 'Would you like a tour?'
'Of course,' James smirked. He wanted more than a tour but the Sardinian youth knew that. They had both donned shorts for their lunch but he could see evidence of James' boyhood already, the light khakis were beginning to tent. Young Master James Bond was becoming Mr Pointy Pants, fortunately they were alone.
He led off collecting a flask on the way and ushered James through a heavily barred wooden door into a dimly lit passageway that was hewn from the solid sandstone. Sandstone was easy to work and perfectly sound for storerooms and the like. The house's generator provided lighting although it was probably in another extension to the building. The air was fresh and undoubtedly cooler than the house and there was a faint breeze. James guessed the builders had driven air vents through the hillside for safety's sake.
'This leads right through to the beach but there is a heavily barred door further on,' Mauro talked as they walked. 'We wouldn't want pirates or smugglers getting into the house.'
'Of course not,' James halted as Mauro fished a key from his shorts and opened a small door and flicked a light switch. 'Mr Victor allows Luigi and myself this room for keeping things... and for privacy.' James didn't comment, Mauro had a regular room 'for privacy' why did he need another? Looking around he saw that there were various bales and bundles and a collection of what could only be called junk. Perhaps the room was more Luigi's than Mauro's but then again it didn't matter. He felt Marro's hands on his waist and the warmth of the youth's breath on his neck, he could also feel hardness rubbing up against the seat of his khaki shorts. In a shuffle Mauro guided him into a darkened corner where he saw what passed for a bed on the floor. 'You and Luigi sleep here?' He asked innocently.
'We relax here,' Mauro giggled and sank to the bed taking James with him. After their night together James' inhibitions had gone, he wrapped his arms around Mauro and they went into a heavy clinch both struggling to gain the upper position but Mauro won. He pinned James down and with a slow smile unclipped James's waistband and unbuttoned his shirt exposing James' beautifully suntanned body. 'Cara James,' Mauro fingers glided over James smooth belly and chest finishing gently rubbing the boy's protuding nipples.
James grinned up, his Italian wasn't that hot but he knew that 'cara' wasn't bad. 'Avanti,' he responded and grabbing Mauro dragged him down belly to belly and the kissing began.
Somewhere in the frenzy of getting undressed Mauro turned the light off and locked the door. They undressed by the subdued light of a small oil lamp and James was put in mind of being in a huge cavern with just the barest minimum of illumination but it showed Mauro in a golden glow and it was romantic. James had never thought of boys having sex as romantic but with Mauro it was, the Sardinian's fat cock was at full stretch but he was giving all the attention to James who wriggled and squirmed under hot lips and wandering hands. He was very rudely was brought back to life by the spill of cold fluid on his belly and found Mauro kneeling there spreading a clear oil from the flask he'd collected earlier.
'Silly Hugo uses this to display his muscles,' Mauro smiled rubbing the stuff into James' chest and belly, he carefully wrapped a hand around James' jerking and throbbing cock bringing it to an aching peak. 'Don't cum... not yet, my sweet,' Mauro whispered and knelt straddling James's chest. James tried to move his head up to take Mauro's weeping cock into his mouth but Mauro had other ideas. 'No, no... you lay still.'
James lay there half expecting Mauro to lean in but he did the reverse. Mauro lifted himself and reaching under held Jame's slippery joint upright and then slowlly and deliberately lowered his body. James gasped as he felt Mauro's body press against the tip of his erection and then it happened. Mauro stared at James and gave a grunt. James nearly passed out, hot flesh had pressed against his glans, it had parted and he was inside Mauro's bottom. Another groan and Mauro sank deeper and yet again.
'Oh my God,' James moaned as the slickness and tightness enveloped his rampant cock. He gave a little push up and Mauro gasped and then dropped another inch. That was enough for James. he grasped Mauro's hips and pushed up into the Sardinian youth's body.
'Aaaah...' Mauro moaned but it was too late now he was impaled on James' boyhood and James was off and running. He gave little prods up intot the fleshy heat and Mauro started to move up and down. 'We go on our sides and then you go on top,' Mauro wriggled his tight bottom on the fleshy spike withing. 'Ready?'
'Yes...' James had no idea what was going on but he wasn't about to let his lover go. This was great and once they got sorted out he was sure it would get better. He rolled onto his side still rammed up inside Mauro and then felt himself being pushed up into a kneeling position with Mauro underneath and still pinned.
'Now you fuck...' Mauro growled and wrapped his legs around James' waist. James was only too willing, he'd got the message, his cock felt like it was on fire buried in Mauro's bum and human nature did the rest. He flathanded either side of Mauro's torso and started to move in and out. The incredible sensation of a willing youth on his penis, impaled by his penis even and grinning up at him did it. He began a slow fuck which soon degenerated into a randy shag as he slid in and out going faster and harder all the time.
'Yes, yes, yes,' he chanted as he hammered into Mauro's sweet boy hole. By God, he had to get hold of one of those younger boys at school, he knew what went on at Eton with some of them and it was only a matter of finding the right boy but for the moment it was Mauro and the Sardinian's legs were pressed on his back and Mauro's arms came up and dragged his head down so that they were virtually fucking belly to belly. 'I can't last...' he gasped as he felt his heat rise.
Mauro clamped his bottom as he felt James' seem to swell inside him and then the blessed pumping and the sensation of warm spunk squirting into his gut. He'd taken and drained the English boy and it would be his turn in a little while, his turn to plunder that snowy white arse. He chuckled as he felt the warm juice inside him and James soften just a little. Yes, the schoolboy was a sex maniac as all kids were, he'd be back for more before their afternoon was over. 'Nice one, James,' he grinned and kissed the sweaty and exhaused boy. 'You fuck good... grazie, bene.' He slipped his tongue into James' mouth and felt James return the affection. Yes, they had a long way to go.
James came down from his little cloud, he was drained, sated, call it what you will but he had actually FUCKED. He was no longer a virgin but there was a downside or was it. As he lay there in the coolness of the store under the limestone hill he thought about things. Mauro was quite clearly happy but that was provisional, James knew he had to do his part and curiously enough he was looking forward to it. Would it hurt? What would it feel like?
'Your turn,' he whispered to the side.
'So romantic, the English,' Mauro said mockingly and turned inwards and looked at James quite seriously. 'Don't get alarmed James, I am going to losen that little muscle of yours... go on your belly.'
James did as he was told, he wasn't a dummy and had a pretty good idea what Mauro was about, the only thing that worried him was the Sardinian's big cock. It had to be six inches in length and had the girth of one of those fresh water eels they found in the lakes and pools inland. The thing was a sausage and a big one at that, he shuddered at the thought of the thing inside him creaming his insides. He parted his legs and waited for the inevitable.
Mauro knelt between James' splayed legs, he was torn between patience and lust. How he would like to plunge raw and dry into that virginal white bottom but thought better of it. The English boy had proved himself a little tough guy and Mauro needed love not war.
'Aaaah...' James giggled as he felt an oily finger press against his pucker and then slip inside him. All well and good and no more than his doctor did now and then but his doctor didn't work his finger in and out in a circular motion and basically finger fuck. James decided he liked it and pushed up onto Mauro's thrusts.
'Good boy,' Mauro slipped his finger free and poured some more of the body builder's lotion directly onto James's slowly closing hole and then slid two fingers in but this time he started to move to and fro straight away. James flinched but as his ring adjusted he pushed back again feeling Mauro reaching around him with his other hand and massaging his reawakening hardon.
'Uuuugh, ooooh...' he cocked his bottom up as Mauro hit a spot that send a jolt of what seemed like sexual energy through him, his penis was now at full stretch again and hot and hard in Mauro's firm grip. 'Do me, Mauro. For God's sake do me...' James pushed up harder until his arse was in the air and Mauro finally slipped his fingers free admiring the gaping and oil dripping hole. The English boy was ripe.
Mauro moved a little so that his hot glans was positioned at James' pucker and slowly forced his swollen glans into the centre of James' sphincter.
'Aaaaaah...' James cried out as he felt a brief pain as Mauro's thick brown cock speared into him and then it was alright. The pain had been replaced by a swollen feeling, before his holiday was over he'd recall it as a feeling of being stuffed maybe like a Christmas turkey and that's exactly what had happened. Mauro's hot, meaty and very hard cock was buried in Jame's white bottom and Mauro was over the moon. He'd done it and there was no going back now. He pushed harder gliding in on a coating of lube and felt James relax and even push back a little. That was the start of it, Mauro fucked and James pushed back as he felt more and more of the hardness fill him until he felt Mauro's soft black pubics on his bum. Their union was sealed. They went on their sides for a little with Mauro always on the move but soon got back into the 'doggy' and Mauro went to town. He slammed and slapped into James' firm young body until he felt his juices rising and the younger boy clamped his arse hard pushing back with a sweaty thwack.
'James...' Mauro sighed and held his lover tightly as he felt his penis erupt in James' tight white arse. It was over and he slowly fucked in and out on his own mess as the English boy dropped on to the makeshift bed. 'That was so good,' he munched James' ear and stirred himself in his own mess.
'Mmmm... I'll live,' James tried to sound casual but clamped on Mauro's softening cock. He knew the act had been perverted and had thought that it would be messy but he grinned into the pillow. This was GREAT and he had the best part of a week before he had to return to this school trip. A lot more time with Mauro and he suspected with the so called smuggler, Luigi.
'No regrets, cara mia,' Mauro whispered after slowly withdrawing and cuddling into James' side.
'None.' James grinned at the limstone ceiling. 'I'm hard again.'
'So I see,' Mauro grasped the boy's hard and still slippery sexual organ. 'So I see.'
THE END
I've read the third book in the series and have now tracked down the first (Silver Fin). I can't really see any further suitable pairing for young James so I'll leave this as a one off.
GCutter66@gmail.com